Fearing commitment.... I don't think it is gender based..........
Does that have anything to do with people coming to visit your profile every day but never contacting you?
Does it then progress to sending you a flower or mail?
When you answer to thank them, does it mean they never write again but continue to look at your profile nearly every day?
That was tongue in cheek about the subject matter, but I do wonder sometimes, if fear of commitment extends to behaviour around how some socialise with people on the internet, even from the comfort and relative safety and anonymity of their own homes.
One of the prime instincts in a woman who is nest building, (thinking of having a family), is having a good provider. Instinctively she needs to make sure she has the best chance of having her offspring looked after right into adulthood. A man with a disability or limited income is not a good bet therefore.
That is primal. Not written in stone, but it does drive some women.....
I wouldn't care what belief they took up, their base belief doesn't change. Who they are, even with a new set of beliefs, doesn't change. I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them.
Quite a few of my foster kids found religion. Still, when something went missing from the house I knew who to ask. I also knew they'd lie. When found out, I knew they'd cry and be repentant, and promise on their God never to do this again....Nothing ever changed.....
Most turned out to be good kids, holding down good jobs, having lots of friends, socialising, leading good lives, paying their bills, but if one of them was having a hard time and came home for support, which they do from time to tome, I still lock up my stuff......
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia Here lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The Good Die Young.
In a London cemetery Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid But died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery The children of Israel wanted bread And the Lord sent them manna, Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna.
In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery Here lies Johnny Yeast Pardon me For not rising.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake Stepped on the gas Instead of the brake.
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery Here lays Butch, We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger, But slow on the draw.
A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery Sacred to the memory of my husband John Barnes who died January 3, 1803 His comely young widow, aged 23, has many qualifications of a good wife, and yearns to be comforted.
A lawyer's epitaph in England Sir John Strange Here lies an honest lawyer, And that is Strange.
Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont I was somebody. Who, is no business Of yours.
Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona Here lies Lester Moore Four slugs from a .44 No Les No More.
In a Georgia cemetery "I told you I was sick!"
John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery Reader if cash thou art In want of any Dig 4 feet deep And thou wilt find a Penny.
On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia She always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England On the 22nd of June Jonathan Fiddle - Went out of tune.
Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont Here lies the body of our Anna Done to death by a banana It wasn't the fruit that laid her low But the skin of the thing that made her go.
Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England Owen Moore Gone away Owin' more Than he could pay.
Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood In Memory of Beza Wood Departed this life Nov. 2, 1837 Aged 45 yrs.
Here lies one Wood Enclosed in wood One Wood Within another. The outer wood Is very good: We cannot praise The other.
On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts Under the sod and under the trees Lies the body of Jonathan Pease. He is not here, there's only the pod: Pease shelled out and went to God.
Depends entirely on the length of time you knew the person you are mourning, and how deep your commitment to them was, (how much of your life they became part of).
Depends on a lot of things, like what the promise is, if it is feasible, if it was made under duress, or emotional blackmail, or if the promise was a vow, like in marriage............
Hi RDM Glad at least one man on here told her that. She obviously needs to hear it, (although it is kinda sweet that she has no idea of her own beauty, when it shines so clearly).
I know this doesn't sound like I usually am, but, occcasionally I can be caught off guard and this subject just got to me today somehow and made me re-face my reality.........
I don't want to be so open on here as to why I don't qualify any more, but suffice it to say that I really don't.....
Never know what life throws at you..........
It's not that I have given up, because I still believe in the possibility of all things, and am still here.....just a bit more realisitic than I used to be.........
Statistically speaking men should be more able to find love, or what passes for love, more easily than women.
It all comes down to their more basic instincts. Our true human purpose here is to procreate, and men, chasing pheromones, and being more phycially driven, (visually stimulated), are more likely to be successful then women in the love stakes.
Their urge to do this is much stronger than women experience, and very little gets in the way of this almost urgent need, that fills nearly every waking moment of their adult lives. Even their education, jobs, and everything they do in life, are a means to impressing, in order to be competative enough to procreate.
Men, no matter how old, no matter how incapable, will still be driven to chase women of child-bearing age, just because that is their physical nature.
Women, on the other hand, are quite different, in that once childbearing days are over, have no great urge to search out partners in the same way they once did.
They are more likely to sit back and be more relaxed, socialise, admire their past achievements and be content. She is more likely to be pleasure driven and seeking company to explore more intellectual pursuits.
For a woman in her middle years to find a man, she is looking for a horse of a different colour altogether......
Usually she needs one who is a cut above the more basic animals. One who has managed to overcome his more base instincts in order to not be so driven, and be able to ride the waves of contentment beside her, learning things on a completely different, and more highly intelligent level, in order to pass wisdom on, among other things.....
Trouble is,that it is hard for a man to leave his driven nature behind, to overcome the urgency to impress, to stop seeking the younger and greener of the species...........
and so women become sad.......and sadness attracts no one..........
You're right. I had so much to offer then too. I'd have made any man extremely happy on all levels. Can't say it is their loss, because really it is mine... time wasted that can never be re-lived. A beautiful woman who is now old and not so beautiful any more. Just wasn't meant to be. Sad I think.
I see people on here who believe in love at first sight, believe in love at all, not believe in love, some believe in living with anyone and love comes.....I don't think it matters what you believe, or even whether you try to find it or not, none of it matters one whit in the grand scheme of things.
I think that maybe for some people love never comes knocking.....
Yeah they do seem to have thrown caution to the winds and just gone for it...although... I think they saw something deeper too that maybe let them feel confident enough to go for it.
I have dated lots of people from here, but to be honest, never felt that degree of comfort I kind of expected from being with the "right" person......
I thought I had it once, but nearly 3 years in, I realised he had only been pretending to care, because he was addicted to the physical side of it........I was stupid.
I wake up then put kettle on, on the way to bathroom, get tea, or honey and lemon, on the way back, to sit and watch the morning light, no work, no thinking, just being.........
I start every day like that, unless I have company, in which case I get up and make them a huge breakfast to relax over......
RE: If you were in a situation like this what would you do?
It would appear you spend entirely too much time in your own head, and love drama.......