After
a wonderful dinner with my Mom and a foot massage, I returned home to a series
of emails from a (now former) friend. As
a bit of background, this is a guy (mid 40's and divorced) who aspired to be my
man but, sadly for him, didn't measure up in so many ways. While I made it clear (on a number of
occasions) that I wasn't interested... and he claimed to understand and be able
to live with that, he became a never ending fount of drama in my life... most
of it arising out of his emotionally immaturity (including a crazy rant he
posted on my Facebook) and his inability to understand that "no means
no."
His
parting shot, right before he unfriended me, was "I do feel sorry for someone that is in the late
30's that has never been married, and looks so beautiful as you. The big
question is why? Now I know..."
The
funny thing is that, in his mind, that was the ultimate insult... something
meant to cut me to my core and that I'd spend the rest of the evening crying
over. However, what he failed to realize
was that his insult to me both answered the question he posed, as well as
reinforced my decision to exile him from my life.
Why
am I still single? I just haven't found
the right person... in today's world, there is no shame in being older and
single. While I have married friends, I
also have many friends who are also unmarried.
In the 1950's, I can see how this would be the harbinger of doom for the
pitiful spinster... however, today, this isn't the case.
However,
without regard for the changing times, I've decided that I'm not going to be
the girl who is going throw myself at the next eligible man or woman who comes
my way. I'm sorry, but I have these
things called "Standards" (something that the manchild clearly didn't
know anything about). Finding a mate
isn't difficult... finding the RIGHT mate is much more challenging.
Herein
lies the challenge.... I am accomplished and intelligent. I have a good job that pays me fairly well...
and, more importantly, my life experiences have forged a strong character and have
given me an appreciation of who I am. While
it would be easy to marry the next slack jawed yokel that looks at me with
googly eyes, I choose to continue searching for the right person who is worthy
of me (and who I am worthy of). Cheaters? Leaches?
Lazy men? Horny bastards
interested in just one thing? Yeah...
keep on going because <waving hand across>, I'm not the girl you're looking for!
Why
am I still single? Because I'm not
desperate....because I'm not afraid to do my own thing... because I have a very
sensitive and honed BS detector...
because idiots annoy me... because I'm not obsessed with being a breeder...
because I know who I am and what I want... because that right person hasn't come
along yet... because I'm waiting for the right person.
In
the end, I didn't spend very much time or effort arguing with the manchild....
what was the point? He will believe what
he wants and, quite honestly, his opinion is not one that I care about or care
to waste my time influencing. Good
riddance to him and onward to find someone worthy of my friendship!
