On My Own Forever
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
Don't misunderstand me; I love men. They're gorgeous works of art that provide countless hours of fun and excitement. But when I'm going it alone, I'm quite happy and in all honesty, I'm at my best. It seems when I have a relationship with a man, I lose a bit of myself and in turn I lose my happiness. Whether that's down to the guy or to me I'm really not sure.
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.
Suffice it to say that my dating life has been one Mr. Wrong after another. Wrong for me, not wrong in general. I've tried internet dating, blind dates, the club and bar scene, networking events. Heck, there isn't an avenue that I've left unexplored in my quest to meet a guy.
And though the travelling was fun; I met a lot of really interesting people, my social life was beginning to resemble a roller coaster. Lots of highs, followed by lots of lows. Sure, being young is all about having fun, but as I got older I began to mature.
I had no idea that adult life would sneak up on me, but it did. I guess paying rent and other bills may have contributed to this change in attitude. I no longer found it cute when my boyfriend came home wasted or when he flirted with other women while sitting across the table with me.
Reluctantly, I have decided to "throw in the towel", hang up my shoestrings", "retire my jersey", and so on and so on. I have decided to grow old gracefully and single. The good part is that I look forward to not having to share my bed, or possibly deal with someone else's problems. The sad part is that there will be very little or even no more being awakened at 2:00 in the morning for lovemaking. Oh well, thank goodness for the specialty catalogues and AA batteries!
Hey, I love myself and I don't have to worry about being cheated on or reminded of how pretty I was when we first met. I have a life full with great friends whom are mostly single as well as a great career. Besides, just because you don't get married doesn't mean you can't have a steamy love affair every now and then. With that in mind, flying solo is beginning to look better and better each day, at least for now!
Don't misunderstand me; I love men. They're gorgeous works of art that provide countless hours of fun and excitement. But when I'm going it alone, I'm quite happy and in all honesty, I'm at my best. It seems when I have a relationship with a man, I lose a bit of myself and in turn I lose my happiness. Whether that's down to the guy or to me I'm really not sure.
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.
Suffice it to say that my dating life has been one Mr. Wrong after another. Wrong for me, not wrong in general. I've tried internet dating, blind dates, the club and bar scene, networking events. Heck, there isn't an avenue that I've left unexplored in my quest to meet a guy.
And though the travelling was fun; I met a lot of really interesting people, my social life was beginning to resemble a roller coaster. Lots of highs, followed by lots of lows. Sure, being young is all about having fun, but as I got older I began to mature.
I had no idea that adult life would sneak up on me, but it did. I guess paying rent and other bills may have contributed to this change in attitude. I no longer found it cute when my boyfriend came home wasted or when he flirted with other women while sitting across the table with me.
Reluctantly, I have decided to "throw in the towel", hang up my shoestrings", "retire my jersey", and so on and so on. I have decided to grow old gracefully and single. The good part is that I look forward to not having to share my bed, or possibly deal with someone else's problems. The sad part is that there will be very little or even no more being awakened at 2:00 in the morning for lovemaking. Oh well, thank goodness for the specialty catalogues and AA batteries!
Hey, I love myself and I don't have to worry about being cheated on or reminded of how pretty I was when we first met. I have a life full with great friends whom are mostly single as well as a great career. Besides, just because you don't get married doesn't mean you can't have a steamy love affair every now and then. With that in mind, flying solo is beginning to look better and better each day, at least for now!
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