A Saturday Reflection

Dear Readers,

In an ideal world I would have loved to wake up to the warm body of the man I love and a breakfast tray brought to my bed. I grind hard and would enjoy spending this perfect cozy, lazy Saturday with my partner who appreciates me and the effort I put into life and making our partnership a priority. Unfortunately, we don’t live in an ideal world. I woke up along, but praise God for the warm bed and roof over my head. I made my own breakfast tray and enjoy resting in bed before heading out to complete the business of the day. Life would be made easier with a help mate who truly understand that a relationship is a partnership with a balance of two people sharing the daily tasks of life. I am blessed that I am able to take care of myself, but this isn’t the way the creature planned for a man and woman to be alone. Most people like myself choose singleness over settling . I haven’t given up on love I choose to love me and wait until the man who is truly right for me to enters my life. Love yourself you are worth itūüíĖ

The single life the Romance is Over

At the age of 45 , I had a revelation that I was no longer interested in being single. I didn’t put much thought into what I was going to do to solve my single status. So, I put the idea on the back-shelf planning to revisit it again.

…Fast-forward, now at the age of 52 the glitz and glamour of having the time and freedom to sleep late, cook or not to cook, sleeping in a fetus position to keep warm , and eating alone has soured.

The single life means being alone, having too much time to be alone; just me and the voices from the television or radio; and they don’t talk back or ask, ” how was your day?” In my house there is no one to pass the honey to do list to, because it’s just me, so, its more like things to do list.

I talk to people who drool with envy because they wish to have my life. I’ve come to the conclusion that they are in relationships, that no longer meets their needs, and they ¬†believe that the grass is greener on the other side. It isn’t ¬†until they abandon all that they have to cross over into single hood and have a oh Shit moment, Oops its to late, when they realize that what they needed to do was to ¬†pay attention to the weeds ( boredom) that grow in their yard

( relationship); and if they had taken the time to care for and revive their grass ( spouse) then maybe thing would have remained green ( happy). Now, the other side ( single-hood) is not as green , plush and happy as they thought. The silence of an empty house is loudest when your alone. the bed never feels comfortable no matter how expensive the sheets or  how warm the comforter; so what is a single person to do?

Most people run out and adopt “Fido,” only to find out that their beloved pet is more of responsibility than a shared committed relationship with a human. I found myself competing with the younger generation of women, them the Millennial, me the Baby Boomer , and they seem to be winning. The male Baby Boomers no longer want my type, strong, focused, responsible and intelligent. They desire young, hot, shapely, badonkadon ( big Butt), ride’em, hard ¬†and hit them fast spontaneous vixens.

These days people ¬†few people start a relationship the old fashion way; like being matched up by friends. Instead, I am doomed to online dating, dam to the age of technology. Night after night, I sit in front of my computer shifting through profiles of men whose pictures resemble mug shots. Reading lie after lie about they are adventurous, romantic and hope to find ” the one, ” yeah, more like the one for the night. Do I sound bitter? ¬†Well, I am. Dating should ¬†not have to be ¬†difficult, and is not a game. People feelings are real and the ones out there like me waiting, wanting and hoping to find the right partner, the deceivers make trusting others a challenge. Anyway, I am going to keep hope alive.

What Say You?

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