Going It Alone
At the age of 34, I have come begun to ask myself some important questions? Do I plan to date again? Should I try internet dating? Do I plan to get married? Should I have a baby? Am I happy with my career? These questions have forced me to make some major changes in my life and decide to do things differently.
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.
It’s only recently that I started feeling this way. When I started dating at 17, and had my first boyfriend at 20, my life’s plan went something like this; college, career, then marriage and two children. At least that was the plan. At age 34, the only part of that plan that’s come to fruition is the career.
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.
Somewhere along the line, adult life caught up with me. Growing my career, paying the rent and the bills and all the other minutiae of living also contributed to my change in attitude. There came a point when it just wasn’t funny anymore when my guy would come home drunk or flirt with other women while out with me.
So, after much reflection, I’m throwing in the towel so to speak. I will grow old as gracefully as possible, and I’ll do it alone. The upside? I don’t have to share my bed, or someone else’s problems. The downside? I don’t have anyone to share my bed with for love dovey session at 2 am. Ah well, I have my stack of specialty catalogues and AA batteries!
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.
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