Et tu, Doctor?

I was at the doctor's office for my final follow up post my surgery. He asked me if I had been snoring more, and I told him I wouldn't know because I was asleep, but the neighbors weren't complaining.
The conversation then went like this:
Are you married?
No...
Do you have a boyfriend?
No...
A roommate?
No. I live alone.
A friend had interrogated me similary before, and added, "Not even a dog?"
He asked me why I wasn't married, and noted people my age were getting married when they are older. As if that's something I haven't desired wholeheartedly for years. As if I'm not tired of my mom asking me when she's going to get grandchildren. I don't even want a wedding, just a great marriage. I used to wish I had been born in a country that had arranged marriages.
I didn't tell him I had been engaged in college. But my ex and I were, in two words, unequally yoked. I thank God often that the relationship ended when it did. I thought another man would never be interested in me, but I've realized I'd rather be single than to have to compromise my values in order to be with someone. About five years later, I haven't been on one date since, but my relationship with God has grown greatly.
Sometimes I think, would it really be so horrible if I never married? If that was God's will for my life. I could always come and go as I please, and would be better off financially without kids, among other things. I'd be spared of those troubles Paul talked about and be able to completely focus on pleasing God, my first love. I've been single the majority of my life, and the company isn't that bad. I'm an introvert so I don't mind doing things alone. Not sure if I am being selfish, but just a realist in those moments. For whatever reason men aren't interested in me enough to pursue, and I can't do much about that. I vowed never to show more interest in a guy than he shows in me again. When I like someone, I go above and beyond for them, which guys have taken advantage of in the past. While I still will, but not because I'm desperate due to self worth issues anymore. I've made men idols, but I've repented and been delivered from that.
But then there are days when I come home from a long day's work and just wish I could hug someone and vent. Or the desire for children that would outlive me creeps in. And I remember my dream deferred.
I've fantasized about meeting the perfect guy countless times. The one who'll never let me down, who understands me completely, would die for me, the whole 9 yards. I've searched crowds for his face. But I'm learning who my Mr. Perfect really is, Jesus. He already died for me. He's even jealous for me! My future husband, on his best day, like me, is a sinner deserving of hell. He'll probably have some habits I can't stand either and vice versa. Especially if I do snore. But thank God for grace. I have to trust that He will bring us together in His perfect timing.