Now that I've turned 34 I've started to ask myself some very difficult questions, most of which are relationship related. Things like whether or not I plan to get married or even start dating again. Am I happy in my career, do I want to have a baby; things like that. The answers I came up with have led to some changes in the way I live my life
Let me be clear about one thing though; I don't hate men. Au contraire! Men are rather exquisite works of art and I've certainly been known to have hours and hours of fun with them. But I've noticed that when I'm on my own, I'm just much happier and content. My own identity gets lost when I'm in a relationship. Something goes awry; I'm just not sure if that's down to me or the guy.
I am happy to say that I haven't always felt this way. I had my first date at the age of 17 and my first real boyfriend at the age of 20. In addition to my career, I always wanted to get married. My plans were to go to college, get a career established, meet my soul mate, get married a few years later and finally have two kids. I am delighted to say that the career portion of my life panned out well.
I've dated a strong of Mr. Wrongs over the years, leaving me to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I've tried expanding my horizons and have experimented with all kinds of ways to meet eligible guys. I've allowed my friends to arrange blind dates, I've done the club and bar scene, I attend church. I even signed up for an internet dating service and answered personal ads from the newspaper!
And even though I had a lot of fun along the way and met some really terrific people, the roller coaster ride of highs and lows was beginning to wear. Yes, youth is about having fun, but as I began to mature, that fun wasn't so much fun anymore; it was more like a noose around my neck.
Somehow adulthood snuck up on me. Given that I was busy growing my career, putting food on the table and paying the bills, it's not surprising that I really didn't notice. But there came a day when it just wasn't cute or funny when my boyfriend came home wasted. Nor was it funny when he sat across the restaurant table from me and flirted with other women.
After much though, I've decide to retire my number. This gal is going solo and grow old gracefully, if alone. Not having to share a bed has its ups and downs; no one to hog the covers, but no one to sex it up with either. I guess that's what specialty catalogues and AA batteries are for!
I feel pretty good about myself. I no longer have to worry about my guy being unfaithful or being reminded of how pretty I was when we first met. I have a full live, with a great career and wonderful friends. Besides, being single doesn't rule out an occasional steamy love affair. With that in mind, my solo days are off to a flying start, at least for now. - 31991
Let me be clear about one thing though; I don't hate men. Au contraire! Men are rather exquisite works of art and I've certainly been known to have hours and hours of fun with them. But I've noticed that when I'm on my own, I'm just much happier and content. My own identity gets lost when I'm in a relationship. Something goes awry; I'm just not sure if that's down to me or the guy.
I am happy to say that I haven't always felt this way. I had my first date at the age of 17 and my first real boyfriend at the age of 20. In addition to my career, I always wanted to get married. My plans were to go to college, get a career established, meet my soul mate, get married a few years later and finally have two kids. I am delighted to say that the career portion of my life panned out well.
I've dated a strong of Mr. Wrongs over the years, leaving me to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I've tried expanding my horizons and have experimented with all kinds of ways to meet eligible guys. I've allowed my friends to arrange blind dates, I've done the club and bar scene, I attend church. I even signed up for an internet dating service and answered personal ads from the newspaper!
And even though I had a lot of fun along the way and met some really terrific people, the roller coaster ride of highs and lows was beginning to wear. Yes, youth is about having fun, but as I began to mature, that fun wasn't so much fun anymore; it was more like a noose around my neck.
Somehow adulthood snuck up on me. Given that I was busy growing my career, putting food on the table and paying the bills, it's not surprising that I really didn't notice. But there came a day when it just wasn't cute or funny when my boyfriend came home wasted. Nor was it funny when he sat across the restaurant table from me and flirted with other women.
After much though, I've decide to retire my number. This gal is going solo and grow old gracefully, if alone. Not having to share a bed has its ups and downs; no one to hog the covers, but no one to sex it up with either. I guess that's what specialty catalogues and AA batteries are for!
I feel pretty good about myself. I no longer have to worry about my guy being unfaithful or being reminded of how pretty I was when we first met. I have a full live, with a great career and wonderful friends. Besides, being single doesn't rule out an occasional steamy love affair. With that in mind, my solo days are off to a flying start, at least for now. - 31991
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