Two summers ago, in June, I rang in my 27th birthday by getting so drunk in Napa, Calif., that I gave my Uber driver my phone number.A few months later, in September, my college ex-boyfriend told me he was planning to propose to his girlfriend.Having been intentionally single for years, I suddenly felt like I was losing a race I didn't even know I was in.
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