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Edited by
cpegus
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Thu 01/24/08 08:35 PM
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Stay tuned for edited version
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wow....seems like you know the answer that was long
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WoW to much for my little brain to read , but good luck man
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too much to read good luck
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ditto ...
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add wins again damnit!!!!
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I cant read all that
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Yeah...what HE said...
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dude write a book!!
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dude write a book!!
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holy, to much to read.
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give us summary
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there is nothing there.... ?
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he deleted it
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I stand as the lone dissenter in the midst of my fellow forum respondents - I read your entire dissertation and found it interesting and thought-provoking on many points. Yes, it is "longcopy," what journalists such as myself call writers who tend to be loquacious and verbose, but it delivers a wealth of personal opinion that merits attention.
As someone who eloped in 1975 to marry my beer-swilling, pot smoking partner who, at the time at least, was a great deal of fun,I can now look back with a jaded eye, some 32 years later, as the man I had thought wsa my soul mate betrayed me and shattered the marriage. What does it mean to anyone here? That sometimes people who look like forever mates often turn out to be wolves in disguise. Thirty-two years is a long time to put up with emotional and verbal abuse, but I was a child of the 50s and 60s who was raised to believe that those wedding vows were iron-bound and never to be broken. Apparently, my spouse did not share the same sentiments ... So here I am, suddenly thrust into the role of single woman - albeit a 51-year-old single woman, and I'm hard pressed to make any sense of it. Though I've been reasonably successful in obtaining dates with men of my liking, none of them seem to be what I call "keepers." Being single again has proven to be a dichotomy - on the one hand, I revel in my newfound freedom and ability to call my own shots. However, as the sun goes down and it's time to go to bed, I find myself resisting that big, comfy - empty - bed, sometimes not giving in until the sun is about to rise. Not exactly a healthy way to live, but ... it is my new reality. So, the choice I have made for myself is to keep on searching for my soul mate, because if I don't I will become a lonely, bitter hermit` i will not give up ... Good luck to all of you. |
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