On My Own Forever

When I turned 34, I seemed to hit the questioning point in my life. All kinds of questions like do I want to start dating again, do I even want to get married? Do I want to have a baby, and what about my career? As I analyzed the answers it became clear that I needed to make some changes in 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!

Although I had some fun and met some interesting people, my social life was equivalent to a roller coaster. I encountered many highs, followed by many lows. Hey, I always knew that being young was about having a blast, but somewhere in the years after college, I began to mature.

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.

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.

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