Can you imagine being together with the same person for over 70 years? By this, I mean a spouse. Our generation could be in the "talking" phase for 70 years the way we go. When we have been friends with someone for 10 years, we think that's forever. But can you truly imagine being with someone for 70 years and probably the rest of your life?

My grandparents, my mom's parents, have been. For their 60th anniversary my entire family went on a Hawaiian cruise because Grandpa promised her once upon a time after he spent time there while serving in the Navy during World War II that he would always take her. I mean after 60 years of marriage, she pretty much had earned that trip, right? God bless them. That has been over 10 years ago. And you know it sounds unreal because I can't even imagine living to be 70 let alone being married to someone that many years.

Our generation and perhaps even younger seems to have those awesome commitment issues. I do. I find it hard to trust. I'm insecure. I can't seem to commit because I have a hard time determining whether someone is truly genuine or not. I have no game and I play no games. I just freeze. If the friend zone had an award category, I'd have earned a Heisman. I didn't go to college to earn my MRS. I hardly could commit long enough to figure out what to get my Bachelor's in.

Anyway, my grandparents are in their early 90s. He was a hardworking farmer and Grandma was a hardworking farmer's wife, raising two daughters almost singlehandedly, having full course meals on the table at least twice a day and worked as hard as he did. She also ran Grandpa's bath water. No, Grandpa wasn't lazy...at all. Far from it, actually. But Grandma took care of her man.

Now, there's a war between what is feminism and what isn't.

Grandma worked hard like a man even if she's as feminine as anyone. She's pretty damn tough and not just when she was a farmer's wife. Later in life she underwent several back surgeries, a torn rotator cuff, a broken hip, survived a car accident and even miraculously survived a triple bypass surgery that wasn't looking so good... This was all within the last 15 years or so. So, toughen up, buttercup. Anyway, the feminist in most women would think, what woman in their right mind would run her man's bath water? I won't lie. I have wondered it myself. Make your own damn sandwich, hubs. (Non-existent hubs, that is.) This does go for men too... She isn't just going to be a good mom. She is going to be your life partner long after your children are gone.

So... In fact, when Grandpa had health problems and then went from a hospital to a short stay in a nursing home, Grandma, in her 80s mind you, sat in a La-Z-Boy recliner and slept at the nursing home every single night. I'm sure she didn't sleep well but she wouldn't have slept away from Grandpa either. When Grandma had her triple bypass, we were all scared. Grandpa cried like a baby. Even that time apart with her in an induced sleep while she underwent the extremely complicated surgery was brutal for him.

When she was out and in ICU, he was adamant to sit in the waiting room in the recliner and sleep day in and day out for at least two nights. When my mother and aunt wanted to be there for my grandma and my grandpa, it took another person to be there to help them in between shifts so someone could get some sleep and the other could help out. It was just that simple. You were not going to pull my grandpa out of her hospital room for anything. She also went to the nursing home for a brief stint to heal before going home and while you may not realize how much it costs for a person to be in a nursing home per day, it's almost five-star resort prices without the best accommodations. Anyway, he didn't give a damn how much it cost. He was staying there too.

Waiting on a guy hand and foot is not my cup of tea either. I'm a beer or wine kind of girl anyway. But there is some point in life where you just want to take care of who you're with and have it reciprocated. That's how it should be right?

We have been so spoiled by romantic comedies that we think we know what love is supposed to look like. I won't lie. I don't have a clue. Not every romance is straight out of "The Notebook," but in this particular case, I think that my grandparents are a lot like the elder version of Noah and Allie. You know, where it becomes time and they fly away into the afterlife together? That's my grandparents too. But I know their love story was probably a lot different.

I don't know much about love. I never have. But I know that if you can put up with someone for over 70 years and the likelihood of you following one another's lead someday is pretty significant, you know that's love and that's commitment. I won't lie, though. It is a pretty good feeling when you do come across someone who makes you want to be a better person.

Yeah, even in my 30s since I'm single, I still get those butterflies. I still call my married girls for advice. I don't have it figured out at all. But I do know when I meet a man that I know instantly that if he needed me to be here, I'd be his loyal gal.

I'm pretty sure that at this point, I won't ever make a 70-year anniversary milestone. I will probably be lucky if I even make it to my parents' milestone at over 45 years.

What I do know is that I am guilty as anyone for still being 30-something and still will be 'talking' to a man for six months. It's these commitment issues, I'm telling ya. Then again, my mantra has always been that I know that God is preparing someone right for me. It just takes a while to prepare a man to put up with my kind of shit. So be it.

Mr. Right, you're running late. It's OK. I'm in no hurry to be with you for 70 years. I'm prepared to continue taking care of myself so I can then get this selfishness out of my blood to be there for you, Mr. Right. And I hope that you can reciprocate that. You can kiss a lot of frogs but they might end up just being toads.

I just hope that whoever the prince may be will be as focused and dedicated to building a long lifetime together...especially after we will have been "talking" for at least five of those years and refuse to admit we're together.