Posted on 09/30/2018 11:32:28 AM PDT by Kaslin
Men hunt.
Women hunt men.
Tinder
Ain't that the truth. They prey on men, while letting the man think he is wooing her. Once they get their hooks in, they begin the remodeling work. A man would be hard pressed to change a woman; but a woman usually changes the man (for the better I might add). They try to get the remodeling work done while young before time does its work on the woman. If the man resists, the relationship can go sour. If they both compromise, it can be a long loving relationship. Been with my wife nearly half a century and its all good.
Beautiful and so true, but unfortunately rare.
“Get off your couches, girlfriends, and maybe you’ll end up as happy as MEEEEEEEE!”
Stuff it, lady. You’ll wake the sleeping giants..
Love is too Shakespearean.
He on the other hand looks dazed, like he's just sobering up and thinking "Geez, what the heck have I gotten myself into???"
Not going to happen much anymore when a man merely asking a woman out can be construed as sexual harassment and wreck his life. MGTOW is becoming a real thing.
At the wedding reception it’s too late to chew your own arm off.
#MenToo
35 years of marriage will do that to a person. I feel like a rock in a mountain stream. My wife and I get along great now.. better than anytime in our lives. we're retired and life is great.
Can I assume this woman has had cancer and she really knows what she’s talking about? Because I don’t think she does.
I have been with Mr. RooRoo for 25 years now and I thank God every day for the gift of a wonderful husband. But to compare looking for a husband to having and fighting cancer is absurd.
I am a cancer survivor, and I am cancer-free. I can assure you that dealing with cancer is 1000 times more intense and scary as looking for a husband. The fear, the unknown, the doctor visits, surgeries, treatments—-these stop your life as you know it and consume nearly every waking thought you have. There is nothing scarier and more intense than this.
I’ve had my happy ending, but most of the patients of my oncologist did not have happy endings; being around these extremely sick and doomed people was absolutely terrifying.
I don’t think this lady knows what she’s talking about, I really don’t.
Fifty years ago, I looked across a crowded room and saw my wife to be. Last July, I looked into the commode and saw I was pissing pure blood due to cancer. Somehow, I just can’t see any similarity between the two.
I received my endometrial cancer diagnosis at the beginning of June this year.
My life was completely shattered, came to a screeching halt. Thankfully the tumor was small and class 1A ( the most benign a tumor can be and still be cancer). I had my entire reproductive system surgically removed in mid July, and I don’t require any further treatments. I am lucky and richly blessed.
I was finally able to go back to work last week. Even though I’ve had a happy ending, I’ve just been through the scariest four months of my life.
I wish you blessings and healing. God bless.
“as serious as cancer” is an expression, I think, like “serious as a heart attack”.
I attribute my successful hunt for a husband to a book I found on the bargain rack, “how to marry the man of your choice”. The most important wisdom in it was the following:
1. You can’t have a million perfectionist expectations about a man and then turn around and say, “I just want him to love me as I am.” You want him to be his best self, then YOU must be your best self.
2. You can’t sit at the bar and turn down each offer to dance until the right one comes along. The “right one” will see you turning down everybody and assume you are not in a mood to dance, and will find somebody else. Make yourself friendly and approachable to everyone, even people you would not want to marry, and the “right one” will notice that you are a kind and open person. He may even be a friend or colleague of one of the “not right” people you have been cordial to.
My husband was rejected out of hand by my other single friends because of this or that. I made a list of his faults and attributes. His faults were minor. His good qualities were major and would support happiness in marriage. Married over twenty years now and no regrets.
And best wishes to all who dare to take the leap and accept the challenge and the blessings of married life.
I was MGTOW before the term was coined. I gave up on women at 39. Life has been a lot more peaceful since then.
Loneliness I can handle. Dealing with angry or manipulative females is pure torment.
At age 60, I am that rare creature, the lifelong straight bachelor. Although I try to be a gentleman of the old school, I reserve my best manners for females either outside my acceptable age range or happily married.
As for the latter group, I have a few couples who have sort of “adopted” me, meaning that I never lack for invitations around the holidays. God bless them — not only for their hospitality but because they never try to fix me up with any of their unmarried friends.
When you get to late middle age, nearly the only available females are divorced with grown kids and complicated personal lives. Not to mention debts and medicine chests stuffed with Prozac and Valium.
Such women should be avoided, and I must admit to a certain pleasure in ignoring them without being too obvious about it. After all, not being at least civil would reflect badly on me.
Likewise. If she thinks those are the “twinkliest” eyes, what Irish gaol was she using for a dating list? OTOH, he’s apparently thoughtful and she’s appreciative. Best wishes.
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