Roses are red, violets are blue and where the hell have all the good men gone?
Raise the alarm. Evelyn has had enough.
At forty plus, divorced and separated, I never expected to find a line of eligible men waiting outside my front door to date me, but this has become ridiculous!
I absolutely cannot take another night of getting dressed up and putting make-up on only to find out what I’ve known for years: the dating scene in this country is almost in-existent.
And, believe me, I don’t say that lightly.
Over the past eighteen years, I have ventured far and wide to find a decent place to meet people and decent people to meet at decent places.
What I found was a syringe pit, full of men who want to inject their egos and supposed brilliance into your system, and women who – due to our common misconception of age – are too willing to let them succeed.
Enough. No, seriously, enough!
Enough with the dumbing down to get someone: after all, when you play dumb, you’re only going to attract dumber.
Enough with the super inflated egos: if you think you’re the only businessman who’s managed to make a million, you’re delusional.
Enough with the inappropriate clothes: dress for your age, not the age some Facebook app told you you were.
And enough with all the sleazy bars promoting this sad excuse for a dating scene.
I want to see more places where people can meet up; more people who can have a conversation; more conversation that does not revolve around how much money you made the day before; more women who talk about what they do, rather than listen like idiots; more idiots who stay at home; and more homes for the idiots.
And, yes, you may think I’m going on a rant because I’m past my sell-by date and bitter at being over forty and not being in a stable relationship. But I will tell you this: There is nothing wrong with being single if you haven’t met anyone decent.
There are a lot of decent men and women out there who, like me, are looking for people who are attractive, cultured, fun and not self-absorbed. And, believe it or not, those people do exist!
You can blame fate and destiny for the fact you’ve never bumped into them, you can blame your mother or father for ruining your childhood and turning you into someone who always strives for bigger and better, but the truth is very simple: without the right dating scene, you will never meet the right people.
Dating at forty is already difficult enough as it is, but the system is a vicious cycle that creates more singletons who are desperate; not because they’re fed up of being single, but because they can’t find anyone worth not being single for.
So, help me out – where should I be going, and where have all the good men gone?
Do you agree with Evelyn? Do you think it’s difficult to meet someone decent at forty? And what’s your advice on how to overcome this?
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