You were stuck in the 1800s, though not in beliefs and values but in dress sense and vernacular style. Most judged you for such peculiar qualities and passions you had.

Men were put off by your old fashioned style, yet progressive beliefs. Girls judged you for expressing yourself in such a manner. You collected vintage items— furniture, clothing, toys … anything that you had access to.

Hours on end you found youself immersed in the pages of a classic novel. From Jane Austin and Emily Brontë to Mary Shelly and Herman Melville. Though admittedly you were more inclined to read anything romantic. Occasionally indulging in a modern romance or fantasy. But something about the Victorian era had you infatuated.

Finding a man was hard. You wanted boyfriend, a man to love and dote on. But looking the way you did it was easier said than done. Not that you were unattractive, nor that your personality was the issue.