Years ago, a single woman over twenty-five was surely on her way to spinsterhood. By thirty, what upstanding man would have anything to do with her? These days women have worked to loosen those pressures, but to what avail? We can work and take care of ourselves easily without the support of a man. But if the natural instinct to cuddle up with someone kicks in, the obstacle of finding a decent loyal guy to snuggle up beside you is like mission impossible.
In the past six months, I’ve had The Fade pulled on me and not by some three- or four-month fling. I’ve known the guy over a decade and we’d been hanging out seven months before The Fade move. And it wasn’t even a fade. It was more of a “not speaking to me anymore” type thing, with no explanation. No argument. No conversation. Just cut off.
Hurt, I meditated and fasted to get over my pain and managed to keep my head up. I met a new guy who seemed super interested and took my time to get to know him. One month in, though, I came to realize he was looking for someone to pay his bills. I’m not an ATM.
Still keeping strong, I met a few more guys and tried to pursue sexy friendships with them. This is the “I know he’s interested, I am too but I want us to get to know each better before we hop in the sack” approach. Unfortunately, from one I got a nice but clear rejection after hanging out once. The others are just flaky and I assume they’re not interested, they just like to know they have a chick that they can text when bored.
Then there was the Albanian. I gave him my number. We hung out once and then he admitted he was married. I explained I date single men only and sent him on his way. He proceeded to call me up to twenty-five times a day and even showed up to my apartment unannounced (I wasn’t home). Finally a firm but gentle follow-up conversation got him to back off.
