Has coupledom passed me by?

Confession time: I like starfishing. I like eating dip for dinner. I like hitting the pub with my gal pals and mucking up with guys who are probably a) too young and b) beyond wrong. I like knowing that one day I’ll have to be responsible, but I especially like knowing that day isn’t here yet.
But, as I smugly chronicle the good bits of my happily single existence, I hear the faint bleatings of my alter ego in a parallel universe, busy burping her third kid and trying to remember where the heck her waistline and sex life went. It worries me.
Could it be that I’ve set up a single life so cosy and controlled that I’ve lost the ability to reach out and grab what it is I actually want? That I’ve been so busy goofing around like a 22 year old backpacker (even if I can’t drink like one) that I’ve let an arguably less fun but possibly more fulfilling reality* pass me by?
Not much can stop a lovelorn-saving superhero in her tracks. But my mum does it every time.
"You know, you can have a swishy cape, and a clean kitchen and a jet-setting lifestyle; you can eat dinner at posh restaurants and juggle three different lovers, but unless you let life get messy, unless you let yourself fall in love again and cry buckets and have bubbas and basically learn to love the baby porridge mashed into your favourite Moroccan rug because the smiles of your family are totally worth it, you’ll never be really living," she told me in her Don’t-Argue-I’m-Your-Mother voice. She’s a wise chick, but I’m not ready to sacrifice that Moroccan rug for just anyone.
OK, OK, Mum, I’ll think about it.
In the meantime, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Is this just an ambivalent blip on the singledom radar or can the other stuff pass us by when we’re not looking? When should we cash in our Get Out of Singledom Unscathed and Still Pretty card? Is it a case of fate and that life finding you?

* I’m in no way dissing Singledom here, I know some people set up camp and stay forever. And if I could find a way to shut this stupid ticking clock off, I’d buy shares in the place and live out my days quite happily. With a clean rug, no less.