Oh no

It's that phase..the ones in romcoms...the bit where Bridget Jones begins her diary....the part where I am not getting any younger and the kids around me are getting married or having kids of their own....and where am I? I am 26 going on 27, single, a little on the heavy side...and the crazy height (for an asian) does not help...I am hopelessly Catholic, and cannot do with a non-Catholic, yet I cannot seem to find myself drawn to Catholic young adult activities or groups...I'm being invited to a million weddings, and watching everyone else get married on FB... Where is Mr Darcy? Oh yes, I forget, I am supposed to hit rock bottom, get super drunk and embarrass myself in some public even when I meet that Mr right....and then I am supposed to either struggle to get him to notice me, or I am supposed to hate his guts and then embrace the embarrassing fact that I am falling for him, and continue to embarrass myself even further before we can finally be together? Or am I supposed to get one of those crazy make-overs (or wear some Fair and Lovely cream, or wash my hair with Pantene shampoo, or use Colgate of just do that Ugly Betty thingy) to get that obnoxious image crazy guy to fall head over heels for me? Or am I just supposed to sit here and wait, till some smug-married feel pity for me and introduce me to some equally pitied guy (hopefully as secretly cool as me)...or wait! Even that pitiful guy might be repulsed by my appearance? Or...even worse...we settle for each other??!! It just seem to painful to bear any one of those! So...I'm gonna sit put, be my crazy-fun-loving self...with all those crazy ideas of what a man should be, and be happy any way I end up, huh? :) Then..travel...oh God...now doesnt that too sound like another movie...? :S