Life doesn't start until 28

Last summer I watched all of How I Met Your Mother, and my friend started Sex and the City for the first time. I'm an Emily Henry and Meg Ryan enthusiast, so basically I spend my time consuming media about falling in and out of love. Taking a job in the wedding industry did not help the fantasies, especially after learning the majority of my couples had Hinge to thank for introducing them. I've been feeling something wrong about being loveless at 22. Am I supposed to wait around? Until the love of my life finds me at a bar, at work? Do I need to go with my pregnant sister to Asheville South Carolina and meet a lumberjack and/or my arch nemesis?

The crux of it all is about adult love. There is no doubt in my mind that I want to be a career girl. As much romance exists in You've Got Mail from the slow burn exists for me in the planning of a project, a checklist, the city! I truly hate Marshall for calling Lily selfish for wanting to know who she was beyond being in love with him. Which did not mean she wasn't in love with him! Or wanted a future with him! Your right person will be your right person when your cab light is on. I know all of this. But I am also so severely impatient I cannot stand the thought of waiting 6 more years to even meet my right person. A love life truly does not begin until the age of 28.