Four years together, no wedding coming, and she has run it from the start

We have been together four years, we are not married, we are not going to be, and she has run things since about month five, which is apparently unusual enough that people keep waiting for one of those three facts to change. None of them is going to. That is the whole of our news, and what we would like is to meet people our own age who are also not in a phase.

Twenty nine and thirty one, the Bronx, one of us in nursing and one in a bike shop, sharing a small apartment with a cat who has opinions about all of it.

What we find hard is that everybody we meet doing this is fifteen or twenty years older than us, which is lovely and is also a little like being the youngest people at a wedding by some distance. Their houses are quiet, their weeks belong to them, and the advice does not survive contact with two people on shifts in four hundred square feet.

So: couples in their twenties and thirties, for a long lunch or an afternoon out of the city when the weather allows. We are easy company and we do not take ourselves seriously, except about the parts that matter.

Not looking for a third and not looking to play with anybody. Not looking for a couple who want to take us under a wing, which has been offered twice, kindly, and is not what we are short of. Not looking to attend anything, since neither of us can hear a word in rooms like that.