I read an article, author’s name withheld to protect the innocent and stupid, called “Marry Him!” I found it rather insulting. The article insinuates that women should just settle for any old “man” that you could muster up enough energy to tolerate. There’s much more to this article (i.e., settle because you want to have a baby), but for the purpose of this blog, I’ll stick to the “To settle…or not to settle? That is the question.” part.
I do promise that I’ll begin posting my funny dating stories, but I don’t really have one for this category. I have a funny, “I almost went out with that guy?” story instead. So…once upon a time…in a land far, far, far away (TX IS the only state that can still legally secede from the Union, right?) there lived a girl. Not a real girly girl, but just a simple gal. All she really wanted was to find a grown up man. So, she got on Match.com. One day, a man “winked” at her! She got so excited…that is, until she read the profile, and realized that this man was 48 years old! So, this simple gal thought to herself, “Self. Hmmmmmm. Maybe he’s a “young” 48?” Uh huh. I was entertaining this because, why? I have no clue. Then, I remembered the article that I read, and got really pissed at myself. I was considering “settling”! OH NO SHE DIUHN’T!!! Oh, yes she did. Even though I got pissed at myself, I still winked back. I had to find out if this man’s profile was accurate. Was he REALLY 48? Was he REALLY only 5’4”? (I’m 5’6”…5’9” with my shoes.) I have to admit, he was very intelligent, witty, but the spark wasn’t there. Not even jumper cables, connected to my earlobes, could create a teeny, tiny, remote chance that I would go out with him. But why did I even entertain it? Because for one moment in time, I was weak, and needed material for this blog. OK, fine…I WAS DESPERATE! Happy now?
This is why the author of “Marry Him!” settled. She was desperate. Anyone ever seen the movie “Singles”? Remember the part where Bridget Fonda’s character tells Campbell Scott’s character what she wants in a man? In case you don’t, here it is:
Janet: Well, when I first moved
out here from Tucson...I wanted a guy with...Looks, security, caring. Someone with their own place. Someone who said "bless you"
or "gesundheit" when I sneezed. Someone who liked the same things as me, but not exactly.
And someone who loves me.
Steve: Tall order.
Janet: Yeah, I scaled it down a little.
Steve: What is it now?
Janet: Someone who says "gesundheit”, although I prefer "bless you."
(Source: script-o-rama.com)
Why did I temporarily scale down MY list of ideals? Although there is nothing wrong with dating someone older, I had already set my limits. 42-43 is the oldest I will consider. Any older than that, and the man could be my father. (Ok…maybe not, but it could be a possibility if I lived in Arkansas.) I was scared. Would I be alone for the rest of my life? Is this the pool of men from which I have to choose? If it is…then I guess that I’ll be single for the rest of my life because this woman IS NOT going to settle. Why would I? I love myself. My single-self. My dating-self. My, I’m a pretty cool chick-self. I love everything about ME! Why on earth would I settle for anything less than what I want AND deserve? Keep telling yourself how much you deserve the right man because you do! If you have the money to buy a Mercedes Benz, would you settle for a Chevy Aveo? (Remember that Chevy was giving them away, with the purchase of a Tahoe, a few years back.) I didn’t think so. Don’t settle. It’s unbecoming of a lady.
**Disclaimer: Simirah is not a psychologist, psychiatrist, comedian, actress, dentist, lawyer, doctor, or street light repairwoman. I’m just a single gal.**
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