My (beautiful and intelligent) daughter is a good woman and she hasn’t found anyone yet. The internet meetup sites are a joke. And here in semi-rural central IL we just haven’t figured out where the good guys are. Not giving up mind you. It’s just a bigger challenge than we expected.
Maybe FR should set up its own match site. All these conservative men looking for good women, and all the conservative women looking for good men, but they’re not finding each other where they live.
It’s not just rural areas - I live in St. Louis and have just as much trouble finding a conservative Christian girl who actually lives out her faith.
I’m 34 and was mature enough to be married a long time ago. Honestly, although I’m on the short side, I consider myself a good catch - I am a dedicated family man, and I would be a devoted husband and father.
It actually hurts worse to see the available women here cursing, getting drunk, being loose...such a waste of a life.
Amen to that. After the gazillionth eHarmony profile of single, college-educated liberal women (ususlly teachers) who insisted on their match being either “socially conscious” or liberal like themselves I gave up (and at 43, that tends to be a pretty permanent proposition). I’ve decided to just “own” my status and aspire toward becoming the best I can be at what I do for a living and hopefully attaining a comfortable retirement.
Am I a “man’s man?” Goodness no; I’m part nerd, part 2A supporter, and part libertarian (small-”L” for the moment, at least). That doesn’t mean I’m at all interested in all the matches who thought that I should open up to the concepts of “social consciousness”, “the right to be ‘dramatic’” for no logical reason, or the “practicality of man-purses” (I kid you not!!!)
Long story short, you’re right—the online matching systems are somewhat of a joke; the signal-to-noise ratio is terrible and I’ve been forced to conclude that there are often good reasons why a certain subset of people on those sites are single.
Perhaps myself included. I’ll be the first to admit that calling me skittish is an understatement—for whatever reason I’ve turned into caution incarnate. Not that I enjoy it—but I might as well own it rather than sulk about it.
Try church and the shooting range.
I hear you. Our beautiful and intelligent daughter (25) has all but given up. She is also a devout Catholic and she hoped to find a good Catholic young guy.