On My Own Forever

At the age of 34, I have come begun to ask myself some important questions? Do I plan to date again? Should I try internet dating? Do I plan to get married? Should I have a baby? Am I happy with my career? These questions have forced me to make some major changes in my life and decide to do things differently.

Don’t misunderstand me; I love men. They’re gorgeous works of art that provide countless hours of fun and excitement. But when I’m going it alone, I’m quite happy and in all honesty, I’m at my best. It seems when I have a relationship with a man, I lose a bit of myself and in turn I lose my happiness. Whether that’s down to the guy or to me I’m really not sure.

I am happy to say that I haven’t always felt this way. I had my first date at the age of 17 and my first real boyfriend at the age of 20. In addition to my career, I always wanted to get married. My plans were to go to college, get a career established, meet my soul mate, get married a few years later and finally have two kids. I am delighted to say that the career portion of my life panned out well.

I’ve dated a strong of Mr. Wrongs over the years, leaving me to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I’ve tried expanding my horizons and have experimented with all kinds of ways to meet eligible guys. I’ve allowed my friends to arrange blind dates, I’ve done the club and bar scene, I attend church. I even signed up for an internet dating service and answered personal ads from the newspaper!

Although I had some fun and met some interesting people, my social life was equivalent to a roller coaster. I encountered many highs, followed by many lows. Hey, I always knew that being young was about having a blast, but somewhere in the years after college, I began to mature.

I had no idea that adult life would sneak up on me, but it did. I guess paying rent and other bills may have contributed to this change in attitude. I no longer found it cute when my boyfriend came home wasted or when he flirted with other women while sitting across the table with me.

After much though, I’ve decide to retire my number. This gal is going solo and grow old gracefully, if alone. Not having to share a bed has its ups and downs; no one to hog the covers, but no one to sex it up with either. I guess that’s what specialty catalogues and AA batteries are for!

I feel pretty good about myself. I no longer have to worry about my guy being unfaithful or being reminded of how pretty I was when we first met. I have a full live, with a great career and wonderful friends. Besides, being single doesn’t rule out an occasional steamy love affair. With that in mind, my solo days are off to a flying start, at least for now.

This article was written by the writers of the Datepad.com internet dating company where you can find hundreds more helpful dating articles. Get a totally unique version of this article from our article submission service