i think it’s an impossibly broad question (pun…intended…if that’s even a pun? whatever).
i think there’s too many circumstances to consider.
i’m in my early 30, male, and being married is the last thing i want. i think i’ve turned extremely weird, which doesn’t help the thread, but i’m bored.
i have always been able to procure female company. when i was younger, i pretty well had my pick, but i was kind of a long-termer–always locked up in a serious relationship.
i really gave it my all with a girl between 2003-early 10. it was an on-again-off-again thing, but she was commitment-phobic and i had just DECIDED we were meant to be.
meaning i got the short end. she was pretty lousy to me…ran around with other guys and lied, and i kept giving her chances until i finally just got my gutfull.
since then, i have dated tons, and even had a 6mo gf, but i’ve really come to the conclusion other than the sport of it, i really rather be left alone.
it’s fun to meet new people, to discover and divulge who each other is, and learn and be funny and have fun and have all that “new.” it’s a blast. but at this age, girls are really thinking about settling down. i find a lot of people are kind of panicking, being in their mid-to-late 20s (or god forbid, my age) and still single.
the thing with me is i like people just fine, but i need them to GO AWAY after a while. i am terribly INFP and have that whole moody/broody artist thing going on. i need time to cultivate my crafts, to dig into things and learn and go off on rabbit trails and have fun and learn. it’s really hard to find someone who has those interests, and even when they do, that can at times be worse than them hating everything you love.
i met someone about a year ago who i was CERTAIN i could marry. she was basically girl-me.
we loved all the same things–but more importantly–we hated the same things. that is a bond, my friends.
but we really didn’t click romantically, and i drug my feet (again, she did the “no time to lose! we’re getting older!” thing) and when i wasn’t on pace with her, she changed. now we’re hardly even friends.
i’m actually thinking i might be screwed up. for a long while now, i’ve been deflecting female attention. it’s ok to talk, chat, text, or be in touch–but when it comes down to real romantic entanglement, i keep realized i am LYING to avoid dates. when i really think about it, i feel kind of bad about myself.
a gorgeous girl wanted came to see me last week. she wanted me to ask he to stay over.
she was attractive, available, and throwing herself upon me. and i lied to weasel out of being with her at all and lied MORE to get out of her being able to come back around later.
i really don’t know what to make of that.
in short: some people never date. some can and it’s easy. some can and it’s easy but they really, for not entirely understood reasons, just won’t.
i just wasted everyone’s time.
…sorry.