This is definitely not a pity post. Has anyone else washed their hands of the idea of another relationship out of choice?
I'm nearly 33. One daughter. A failed marriage. I really thought I'd want to find someone new. But the longer time has gone on, not only the less likely this seems (the dating scene is frankly terrifying) but the less inspiring it seems.
I've been on a date. That was awkward. I've been on dating apps. Do these people really exist? I've been stalked. Apparently if your newly separated, you are fair game. I've been sent dick pics. I mean who doesn't want those!?
I'm sure there are decent blokes out there. But honestly. I don't have the patience, or desire to find them. I love my single life. I love my freedom. I love my relationship with it all. I love the simplicity. I love my free time. I don't really want to compromise. I've chatted to guys who are just awfully needy. And I just don't want that. I don't want to be beholden to someone.
I've jeard lots of people say I need to lower my standards, change my idea of what I want, that someone will come along eventually who will make me happy, that I'm still young. But not only do I resent these comments, like life's only aspiration is to have a man, but I don't feel interested in the picture it paints.
I can't be the only one surely.