I've noticed that many women, when they start dating and find a man, disappear into that man. They lose themselves into that man. Their friends start to see them less and less. The woman's old habits and routines start to disappear as his routines and life are slowly absorbed into hers. lnadvertantly, they lose themselves entirely.
I've noticed this for years.
Sadly, I've only known three women, out of dozens and dozens who do not disappear into a man. They are the exception to the rule.
Consequently, this was for many years, the chief reason I never wanted to marry. I never wanted to become one of these women. I find it disgusting and entirely disappointing.
Why does this happen? What does this say about the women's movement and the progress we've made? It kind of shoots us back to 1930, doesn't it?
Yeah, we've gotten the right to vote, serve in the military, own property, but when I see women do this, I feel sickened. Why do women feel so desperate to find a mate, then turn around and lose themselves?
I see it over and over and over and over again. I wish I could be proven wrong, but I see it so much, I have no other recourse but to see that most women are no where as independant as they'd like to view themselves. This leads to the fact that when they deny they do this, they are entirely delusional.
This character flaw that women have is one reason I do not have that many women friends and have several men friends. Because men DO NOT DISAPPEAR INTO A WOMAN. They maintain their "self" with or without a woman.
More later. Happy T-day, and I'll speculate more about this later. Keep your heads up!
Friday, November 23, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Done with Dating
Me, back in the day, as a college student. What I didn't know about men back then. Lordy.
Sorry, I've been remiss. Just busy with work. Dating news? Well, here's a big update! I'm done. No more dating. I took my name off every dating site that I was on back in September and have been enjoying slowly getting my piece of mind back. Screw all that dating crap. I'm done with it. After The Hole, there was a freak from Colorado writing me who started claiming that he was "falling for" me. Hello? We were only talking on the phone two or three weeks and hadn't even met yet. That sealed it. Done.
In, fact, I'm seriously thinking of going back to my ex. No, no. Not Cactus Man. I've not lost my mind. But the dude I dated for 8 years.
He was a commitment-phobe and never put a ring on my finger. In fact, that was the only time we'd ever quarrel. His big drawing card? He is trustworthy. And we are good friends.
And these days, after all the damned flakes I've dated since 2004, that one quality
T.R.U.S.T.W.ORT.H.I.N.E.S.S
is beginning to mean a lot to me. Love, schmove.
What really matters in life when it comes to people is trustworthiness. If you don't have that, you don't have shit.
And he's still cute, too. Why not. No hurries. We're just exploring our friendship. And if you go at it that way, friendship, you can't go wrong.
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