I've always had nightmares of waking up after a one night stand, with someone on my arm, and having to contemplate chewing my arm off rather than waking them.
Just because her biological clock is ticking, doesn't mean she's mature enough to deal with a child.
I've never had kids of my own, and I feel fortunate. I've had step-type-children (they weren't official step-children because we never got married, but you live with someone long enough, you become a step parent regardless.) and I have to say, if you're not ready for them, they can be overwhelming.
It's obvious this woman was being selfish if she couldn't consider your feelings on the matter. Maybe she is ready, I dunno, but if you're not, its not right for her to become resentful about it.
Communication is key. Her goals and yours needed to be examined rationally, and if they weren't compatible, then a seperation was in order, amicably.
Too bad most people never evolve beyond high school...
Seriously, krazy. You need to move on. Life is too short to live in the past, and maybe you were with this man only to teach you what sort of love it is that you actually want.
The older I get the more I realize that what I want isn't as important as what I don't want. I'm still wide open to possibility, because I haven't totally learned what I don't want. When that file folder is full, maybe I'll be closer to figuring out the other half.
It all depends on whether we're in a relationship to prove that we're still as good as we were when we were 25 or not. In that case I guess a younger woman is the thing to do.
If you've gotten past this, and are seeking something with depth and potential for evolution, than I say, go for the vintage bottle.
I think the worst date I was on was a date that was going pretty good until the young lady (I use the term loosely, here) wanted to know if I wanted any cocaine.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough after that!
Green glass, Laid on plaid, A vintage time That never goes bad.
Memories are wine, Keeping me drunk And frozen in time. Gone are the days, Halcion day, electric night, Gone, faded, out of sight.
And you're gone too, Or, you knew, and never were. Just a fancy dream of light, That asks forgiveness at end Of Midsummer's Night.
Faerie dust on silken sheets, The shape of a head on pillows. Was it all a fancy, or were there Fairies in my room last night? I still believe, and maybe that's all you need, to be waiting, When I dream.
Travelled from Oregon to Kentucky, and then back to Oregon. Sometimes it doesn't work out. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't do it again. I'd just spend more time in preperation next time.
Okay, being 5'7" and some change, the consensus is in.
I'm glad I'm here for friends, because sizism seems to be the prejudice most women suffer from here.
I'm tall on the inside, and that's all that matters to me. People who have to look down on my physically should feel lucky. If it was all based on talent, I might step on them by mistake.
Galactic_bodhi Forum Posts (9,196)
Prima Nocte! 
RE: hello all
Greetings.I wanted to write something humorous, but I got stuck on Turkish delight...
Is that a sandwich?
J/k. Welcome to the group, dive right in.
TET