I want to be married. I want someone who loves me as much as I love him. I want my imperfections to be endearing. My weight not matter. I want to hug and be hugged. I want to initiate intimacy and not feel rejected. I want to trust a trustworthy man. I want to have mutual friends, date night and romance. I want dependability and normalcy. I want to break my previous cycle and own my life!
Ditto!
And what I've found is that there are still some nice men out there who are interested in a happy relationship with a nice person. Shortly after my circle found out about the separation from AH, there was a period where a lot of scumbags came out of the woodwork to sniff around. I did nothing. Then some nice guys with grown-up jobs and grown-up lives started asking friends about who I am and what I'm about. I'm not ready to date, not for a long while, I'm still torn up over my AH, but it made me feel better about the future to know that when I am I have a shot at a real and functional relationship, as long as I don't get in my own way and **** things up again.
I'm not too old and all this baggage isn't too heavy. But the dating pool
is fatter, balding, and a little rusty. I'm okay with that. I fit right in.
