When a 28-year-old woman wants to marry a 49-year-old man who, by the way, looks every bit of 59 years old, chances are it's not for his looks or his body.
But the most bizarre thing is that you seem to have a new interest every few days or so. And isn't it just lucky for you that all these women are just DYING to be with you, ready to marry you the moment they lay eyes on you. Quite frankly, (and no offense), but I just don't see WHY.
Not much at all. My paternal grandparents and my maternal grandfather died before I was born. My maternal grandmother died in 1995 at the age of 100 and four months. But I had only met her a couple times as a child when she came to visit us in California, and when we moved to Tennessee, she lived closer to Knoxville than to Nashville (where we lived), so rarely ever saw her.
We stayed with her briefly while mom found work when we first moved here...the main thing I remember about her was her cooking every Sunday enough food for a Thanksgiving feast. It was overwhelming, because my dad hardly ever fed us at all. I couldn't get used to seeing so much food. No wonder so many Southerners are overweight! But her food was very good, albeit unhealthy. She'd fix a ham and a roast chicken, all kinds of vegetables and casseroles, and cakes and pies (at least two of each) for dessert.
That's about the only memories I have of her -- and the way she smelled..like a grandma. I think it was orangewater or rosewater she used. She sure had a full life, though, living from 1895-1995. I have a photograph of her and her sister and their parents when she was just a small baby.
I disagree completely. He had a right to know whether or not she was interested in him, instead of her playing these stupid mind games and making him guess. I think playing coy is sooo juvenile.
We used to stand out in the backyard and throw eggs over the house, then run inside, yelling to Dad that the neighbor kids were egging our house. We could always find something to do to keep ourselves entertained.
Absolutely WRONG!!! I don't know whether or not this guy has a true anxiety disordre, but, if he does, anxiety/panic disorder can be a VERY debilitating condition. It can rob you of your ability to function normally while trying to do routine tasks in everyday life, much less being a good parent to a little boy. Do some extensive research before you jump to rash judgments, please.
I go outside and watch Dahlia chase squirrels. She doesn't run when she chases squirrels, she leaps and bounces like a deer. Quite entertaining, to say the least.
What are the visitation arrangements? Offered to "give you everything?" What does that entail? Is he offering to "give you everything" in "exchange" for the children you gave birth to? That, of course, shouldn't even be a consideration.
If you think that he would do better as the primary custodial parent, then let him raise them; however, I'd have it clearly stipulated in legal documents what the visitation arrangements will be.
Also, discuss at great length with your girls what THEY want; this is a difficult time for pre-teen and teenaged girls and most men don't have the first clue how to deal with them. Girls that age need their mother. I'd be worried that my daughters would resent me if I gave them up, but one's personal situations can vary greatly from another's.
If we're talking other than people, it would definitely have to be my two doggies, Dahlia and Kohl. Why? Because I love them with every fiber of my being. They are a very important part of my life, and they are quite capable of giving love (doggy love), as well as receiving it.
Cam, one thing you should do, IMO, is take a picture or two of yourself where people can actually see YOU. Or are you trying to find a date for your Camaro?
I can't remember ever being bored. I had five siblings and lots of friends. We played outside from the time we got home from school until the sun went down or even later. On rainy days we stayed inside and played paperdolls or watched TV or tried to (literally) unravel the "mystery" of what those things were in the box labeled "Tampax" that belonged to my oldest sister, Lynnette. Nope, there was always something to keep us entertained.
(Oh, and by the way, Lynnette mentioned years later she used to get so mad because she'd find her "intimate belongings" torn up in varying degrees and scattered about the room. She said, "If you'd just ASKED, I'd have gladly told you what they were!" Hey, why didn't we think of that? )
Hell, I thought it meant "District Attorney," and I was going to vie for the position. But, come to think of it, " think I can fit into the "Designated Arsehole" category quite succinctly as well, I'm very proud to admit.
Met and stayed with a guy in AZ for six months. He was a liar (found out he had been married five times and was not yet divorced from wife No. 5, as well as other things).
He also thought that there were stealth government agents hidden in his house and at one time said he slept with a knife under his mattress in case they tried to get him.
I never felt any concerns over my own safety, however. And it might have bothered me had I really been intersted in him, but I discovered pretty quickly I was not. I slept on the couch the entire six months I was there. I stayed there as long as I did because I was driving 200 miles to Tucson and back every month to get physical therapy for an injured hand and to be fitted with splints; something I wasn't able to do here in Tennessee because of the absolute POS insurance they have here.
In spite of the fact he was a liar and a fruitcake, it was a great experience being out West again. Southeastern AZ's one of the most beautiful places on the planet.
I wouldn't care if he was curious. I wouldn't care if he came right out and asked me what kind of relationship I have (or have had) with the men on my IM list; in fact, I'd fully expect him to. He has the right to know, IMO.
The only "secrets" I have with regard to sharing anything in my life with my partner would be work-related, because much of it is confidential. Other than that, I'm an open book, and my partner has the right to know everything about me that could possibly have an effect on our relationship. In other words, he doesn't need to know the names and addresses of every single guy I've ever dated in my life, but he certainly has the right to know the status of current contacts.
And, other than one or two plantonic male friends whom I've known/chatted with for a long time, I'd delete all the other male contacts. I'd fully expect him to do the same with his female "friends" who are not STRICTLY platonic friends.
Why would I take offense to the fact you want to date older men?
Me, I've always preferred to date younger men and they've always preferred to date me. Now, when I say "younger," 10 years younger is about my limit. Basically within 40-50 age range is my preference.
I don't consider these forums as a chat room, even though chatting certainly does occur. But if I want to chat with someone on a one-on-one basis, I'll email them and go from there.
I still plan to be here when I become a member of that sector of society. To me, "older generation" is 60s and above. There are plenty of people here who are in their 40s.
I've forgiven many times while in a relationship, but have I (or would I) give someone a second chance after we've already broken up and been apart for a while? Oh, hell no.
jeanc200658 Forum Posts (1,858)
RE: older women vs younger men
Five to ten years? That's what you consider a "younger man?" Who's she SUPPOSED to date, men only her own age or older?