Well judging by the responses, this explains why we older women aren't finding it easy to meet men around our own age!!!!
.......They're all dating much younger women!
Then you wonder why we have to resort to much younger men (at least for short intervals) OR much older men. Seems they're the only ones interested in us!!
Sometimes I think it would be a helluva lot easier being a lesbian!
Look I don't want to get caught up in this argument, because it isn't mine, but just wanted to mention that perhaps it might've been more appropriate for you to chastise the OP via email rather than on her thread. It was kinda like having your knuckles rapped in public? That tends to make a person become defensive. I understand your points, but think you could've made them clearly without personally attacking her, saying on one of your posts she is unprincipled. I think that was a bit rough. Unfortunately it also comes across as patronising.
I agree. It can be discouraging - happens to all of us, I'm afraid. It takes time to sort the wheat from the chaff! Don't take M's comments to heart. I get her point, but I think it could've been made in a kinder way.
You're going to bed now? Isn't it late morning/early afternoon there? I have to go and pick up my boykies shortly, who are playing their first 18 holes of golf today!!!!! Hopefully my 8 year old hasn't killed anyone with his enormous new driver (which he insisted my ex buy him for his birthday).....
I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel the same, but it's better to be alone and true to ourselves, than miserable and with a fella, don't you think???
You can't be feeling any more lovesick than this total stranger who sent me this poem today:
for you pretty
Increase your passion for me. My most beautiful fit of madness Make me drown, oh my lady, For the sea calls me. Make me more dead. Perhaps as death kills me, I can truly live And, oh most beautiful woman in the universe, love me I am the one who loved you till the fire burned me, love me If you allow me, I would love for you to live within my eyes Your love is my map, the world's map no longer matters I am the oldest city of sorrow, And my wounds are as deep as hieroglyphics My pain has spread, like a flock of doves from Baghdad to China Oh bird of my heart
Oh sand of the beach, and oh my soul,Oh forest of olives,Oh taste of ice and taste of fire My doubt, and belief I tremble from the unknown, so strengthen me.I tremble from the darkness, so hold me. I tremble from the cold, so cover me.And sit next to me and sing to me For, since the beginning of creation I have searched for a home for my forehead. And a woman's love that takes me to the edge of the sun, and throws me in Brightness of my life, my lantern, representation of my vineyard. Make me a bridge with the scent of oranges And place me like an ivory comb, in the darkness of your hair, and forget me
For your sake I freed my women And I left the history behind me
Scottyburd you are FAR too spirited to ever be described as "on the shelf"!!! I also had a long-term marriage although I wouldn't describe it as "lovely", and we are also friends, or at least amicable. Hopefully I will have a special long-term relationship again...
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Oy. I think you've had too much wind blowing up that kilt of yours!