I've never had a real boyfriend.
I've never said "I love you" to a man and meant it (other than my father).
I've never wanted to spend time with a man more than I've wanted to be alone.
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These are all true things. I've always felt like I was a late bloomer as far as love, intimacy, and sex go, but I tend to also think of myself as an old soul, with more old-fashioned tastes than my peers. I've had lots of men interested in dating me seriously, but I always have found reasons to break it off before things got "real". It can't be healthy...
Deep, deep, deep down in my heart, I believe that I am meant to marry my first love, and that's why I haven't met him yet. When I find love, it will be the kind that lasts an entire lifetime.
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Maybe I'll die a spinster.
Maybe I'll get married within the year.
Maybe I'll turn into a crazy dog/horse lady and decide I don't need men to fulfill me.
Who knows...
But right now, I'm reasonably happy with the way things are going, and I do still have hope. What would giving up get me?
Tell me about you.
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