Many years ago, a single male math professor was hired by the college. Upon his arrival, a cabal formed to get him married off to an acceptable young lady. He was introduced around to the available female employees of the college, and he lit, fortunately, upon a girl in the library with whom he got on like the proverbial house on fire. I was at their silver anniversary party a few years ago...he's still a math professor, and she still works in the library. He comes over to have lunch and play Spades with her every day. They have a daughter and by all accounts, a happy and very companionable marriage.
The bachelors are thin on the ground these days, though. When I was hired, I was about a year away from ending my engagement. I was still stubbornly clinging to the thin shreds of the relationship when 9/11 hit. I'd just endured an emotionally trying tour of the British Isles with my then-fiance' and a group of the community college system's students. As a faculty member, I was thoroughly mortified by his behavior toward me, and within a couple of months, I was simply too exhausted from keeping up appearances to continue.
Over the ensuing years, I've dated a little. I've had a few relationships that lasted a handful of months to years. In the end, however, I'm moderately independent, in addition to being a little too credentialed, overweight, and a bit unusual in my tastes and hobbies. It makes me a bit of a hard sell on dating websites...and I'm just not the kind to get out and meet people. Sure, I can go to band boosters and hang out back home until I'm blue in the face, but I'm just not a people-y type person. It gets a little lonely sometimes.
Maybe it would've all been simpler if the Ad-Hoc Marry-off the Single Faculty Committee had still been operational about the time my engagement collapsed, or maybe not. I'm not entirely sure I want to get married, but I do know that I hate being alone. Is that entirely insane? Sometimes I wonder...