during my 20 or so non-dating years, my buddies thought i was strange. one even called me 'eccentric'.
most of my friends and work mates never gave me a hard time, they accepted me for who i was. i guess they were true friends.
i did occasionally run into a few jerks that would say something and suggest i was gay or something.
in male culture, if you don't have a girlfriend or wife, then you're gay.
i never paid them much mind, i knew who i was and i was pretty happy being myself. phuck them.
Yep.... if you're a guy from the South and are over 35, never married, no
kids... you're gay. Heck if you're a female.... over 25, never M, no kids....
you're a spinster. Old traditions die a slow death. I get your point Dec... I may
very well have your approach to dating when I reach your age. After my post-D
LTR ended... I spent over a year just dating and meeting people. A few had
potential but it just was not a match. I didn't stop looking but I put very
minimal effort in. My dating life took a turn downward when mom got sick.
Around the time I started distancing myself from "momma n her drama,"
there she was.... right place, right time. I have always believed timing has
almost as much importance as physical connection when you meet. There
were three females I met (1990s) and we had incredible chemistry. Just bad
timing.... once for her, once for me, once for both. I don't know where this one
will go.... we've dated since March. I see high end potential... many great qualities
that only my XW had (in first year). I just have to get used to the fact, DC is 26 years
younger than XW. But I would prefer being alone than being in a bad / sluggish / dead
end LTR. I have lived alone for about two years... first time ever. It was rough at first but
it got a lot easier after the first year. If DC and I decide to live together... it will be a
hard decision for me. There's a HUGE difference in her staying over 3-4 nights a week
and her being here 24 / 7, tripping over pink socks, bathroom counter having 147 different
types of body wash, war paint in every drawer, curling iron cords hanging to floor, pink razors,
and those $^&$$#@! pink fluffy slippers. I so want to put them in the fire pit.... LOL
The older you get though.... harder it is to find a healthy companion. The healthy ones don't
stay on the market long at all.... then you get to choose from the insecure ones, bitter ones, or
the not wanting to get serious ones. Eventually you realize.... they're just a combination
of the insecure / bitter.