Okay ladies,
I'm probably opening up to all kinds of flame and I've debated for weeks over this, but I could really use some suggestions. Sincere suggestions.
So maybe it's because I'm hitting 34 this year that it's starting to annoy me. I've always been more of the 'settling down'/stable type, and I'm waaaaaay too old for the clubs. I'd say that 90% of the women that I meet in the age bracket and maturity level that I'm into (between 29-35) are married. Of course, I'm meeting younger women (under 26) that really don't do anything for me.
All of the fellas are wifed up or damn near close to it, and it's been nearly 6 years since I've been in a committed and serious relationship. The internet - at least the online dating avenues - seem played, and the women at work (which is usually a bad look) are, again, too young and already ringed up.
I've settled on the fact that any woman I meet is likely going to have children, and I've made peace with that. I've even accepted that most of the women in my bracket, if available, are likely divorced. I've lowered my standards a little, and relinquished that yearning for a strong, intelligent, god-fearing militant, au naturale black woman seems a fool's quest - at least within my parameters. Realistically, my choices fall somewhere between permed-up reformed party-girl, and a weaved-out baggage-heavy 'I shoulda married white' neo black woman.
Is my age and lack of children a red flag?
I was an online, teledate, chat-house guru since before 'internet' was a mainstream thing, and I've been terribly unlucky. Charming and amiable, I am, and women friends from coast-to-coast swear by me as 'a great guy'....
...but solo nonetheless. And I'm beginning to feel like Uncle Rollo, that cat who was cool when you were younger but you're starting to see how odd that dude is now that your own maturity gives you a new pair of eyes.
Anyway, I refuse to date interracial (and for the fellas that have shit to say, save it), but I'm starting to feel like something of a matyr....
...without a cause. And I really, REALLY ain't tryin' to be out this bitch fuckin' just for the hell of it.
Suggestions?
Oh, and sorry for the poor syntax. It's late.
I'm probably opening up to all kinds of flame and I've debated for weeks over this, but I could really use some suggestions. Sincere suggestions.
So maybe it's because I'm hitting 34 this year that it's starting to annoy me. I've always been more of the 'settling down'/stable type, and I'm waaaaaay too old for the clubs. I'd say that 90% of the women that I meet in the age bracket and maturity level that I'm into (between 29-35) are married. Of course, I'm meeting younger women (under 26) that really don't do anything for me.
All of the fellas are wifed up or damn near close to it, and it's been nearly 6 years since I've been in a committed and serious relationship. The internet - at least the online dating avenues - seem played, and the women at work (which is usually a bad look) are, again, too young and already ringed up.
I've settled on the fact that any woman I meet is likely going to have children, and I've made peace with that. I've even accepted that most of the women in my bracket, if available, are likely divorced. I've lowered my standards a little, and relinquished that yearning for a strong, intelligent, god-fearing militant, au naturale black woman seems a fool's quest - at least within my parameters. Realistically, my choices fall somewhere between permed-up reformed party-girl, and a weaved-out baggage-heavy 'I shoulda married white' neo black woman.
Is my age and lack of children a red flag?
I was an online, teledate, chat-house guru since before 'internet' was a mainstream thing, and I've been terribly unlucky. Charming and amiable, I am, and women friends from coast-to-coast swear by me as 'a great guy'....
...but solo nonetheless. And I'm beginning to feel like Uncle Rollo, that cat who was cool when you were younger but you're starting to see how odd that dude is now that your own maturity gives you a new pair of eyes.
Anyway, I refuse to date interracial (and for the fellas that have shit to say, save it), but I'm starting to feel like something of a matyr....
...without a cause. And I really, REALLY ain't tryin' to be out this bitch fuckin' just for the hell of it.
Suggestions?
Oh, and sorry for the poor syntax. It's late.
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