We all want a good man in our lives, a man that can take care of us and their for us. Despite knowing what we want and what we get aren’t always the same thing.
However, the majority of men see a woman as a Nag, whining bitch or a shopaholic. But I’m sad to say that is the majority of woman, however, there is a very small percentage of women out there, that don’t nag, whine nor a shopaholic.
Additionally, there are woman out there that are not looking for one night stands, no strings attached deals or a relationship with married men. These are woman that have principles and ethics.
So my question is where are all the decent guys and how to do you find one.
Pubs and clubs – Well I’m not the type of girl that visits those places. A dating site, okay some of those sites are worse that sex sites and the all interconnect, yes, they interconnect. Then they are plagued with scammers – Nigerians mostly. Work environment – No, don’t do it.
So, after three weeks of self reflection, I’ve decided to stay single, as I seem to be more happy and have less issues and dramas. I’ve had my fair share of drama this last 16 months over one man and his harem.
And me is most definitely not the problem.
Before I met my late husband in 1998, I’d had a good few relationships, escaped marriage twice. First time due to a death, called the second wedding off, he was an alcoholic and lived in the pub. The third one, third time lucky.
Had twelve fantastic years, until he passed away in 2009. Now these last five years have been the most interesting.
First year, received unwelcome attention from a brother-in-law, and how I was accused of having an affair, thus became known as the Scarlet Woman.
Therefore, in the last three years, there’s only been three potential losers, yes losers. Firstly, there was Pat, he didn’t really know what he wanted, so he went back to the ex-girlfriend and married her. Only married her because she won the lottery. Yes, I had deduced that he was a gold digger.
Then there was the Stalker, the security man that fell at my feet big time. After a month, I had to get the police involved and get a restraining order on him. He was very scary. That was after one date.
And now to Mon Capitaine, having sweet talked me for sixteen months. I tried to ignore my gut feeling, telling myself that I must learn to trust men again. Only to find out that there are three other women in this country that he’s been sweet talking and living with another woman in another country. By his name you’ll assume he has something to do with the sea! Please, calm yourselves, I can hear you screaming at me…… “A girl in every port!”
So after my bound of self reflection it appears that I have a thing for the “bad boy” so for now I’ll keeping to widowhood and spinsterhood, and please, just because I’m a widow, I’m NOT desperate for it, like many of you men imagine that we widows are.