Have to laugh.

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Ever watched a woman suggest she is single, and happy, as she hits a certain age?  Oh, she can say whatever she wants.  But, even as a guy, that's not a happy place to be.  I will say I am where I am because Most women I have met have been subpar.  Don't try to spin that, suggesting I am not all that.  That... doesn't matter, from my perspective.  Further, I have met far more women who would gladly take me than women I would even consider taking... in the available market.

No, she isn't happy.  She may have come to and understanding.  Perhaps she realizes she is too much of a problem, compared to what she offers.  She has to realize when she is no longer fertile, she just doesn't have the draw.  Biologically, her body changes.  It isn't as... alluring, to men.  Sure.  But happy about it?  Not on your life.  I'm not happy about it, if I might have found some comfort in it.

No, if I could find a woman, I would.  Well, one who is fertile, one I thought I could trust and in a situation I could trust.  One who was attractive enough.  Not in debt student or otherwise, doesn't use drugs, no tattoos, no piercings save perhaps two, or maybe four, in the ears.  And one who wants to have children, raise them, and live at home while doing so.  Oh, and no addiction to the cellphone, running with her gal pals, or even drinking much.  No smokers, either.  Yes, you... begin to see my problem.

Oh, no divorces, no children from prior relationships.  Things that used to be expected are now considered exceptional.  Had to laugh, when I was describing these things.  And someone said something.  I had to agree.  I doubt if nunneries can find this good of candidates these days.  Seriously.  Well, sane ones.  Or... mostly sane.  Women aren't... sane creatures.  But... I... wouldn't be trying to find a woman for her sanity.

Now, trust me on this point.  Sanity isn't required to do well in this world.  Or to be trustworthy, and many laudable things.  As a fact, if you are sane, in a worldly way, you are probably doing quite well, if with the morals, ethics, and else of a typical psychopath.  Just the way of it.  Worldly sanity is, pretty much, accepting evil or not being able to tell the difference.

Oh, I did have to laugh.  No human, in their right mind, man or woman, at least straight (in their approach to finding a mate), can be single and totally happy about it.  Surrendered to the idea.  Given up on finding a good honest mate, lover, spouse.  Things like that?  Sure.  I might even give on some of those things.

Though, I have learned, if children can't be a part of the relationship, the relationship won't last.  And, some things go with that.  No drugs, no clubbing and running with her (often single, usually poor) friends, and such, nothing that would cause trouble with getting pregnant, and raising children.  I'm just not sure women, at this point, in this country, are capable of being wives and mothers, for the most part.  A lot of guys have sort of just decided to take what they can get, and go with it.  Children will be accidents, and marriages won't last... mostly.

Still, had to laugh.  She isn't happy.  I'm not happy for her, or me.  But, at this point, we are both probably going to die alone, unless I can get to a different place.  Where... women... understand some things, still.  Where women even really want to have, and raise, children, be wives.  Would do a great deal to obtain a family, and be a party to it.  Odds are slim, who knows.  Besides, I have had one woman I really did love, and felt it was mutual.  And I have had a few other women I have greatly enjoyed.  It's not like I didn't enjoy some time with women.  Mostly good, too.

Just... thinking.  I could be wrong.  About her.  Not me.  I'd love to find a woman, but... within those bounds.  Though there might be something really wrong with her.  Some sort of psychological issues.  Or just a rather rare peculiar state of affairs, in her mind.  We weren't meant to be single.  And, with it's problems, I like having a woman around.  Friend, enemy, frienemy, lover... all good, at times.  Ugh.  On to some coffee.

Oh, had some of the liquid, heated, with buttered low carb (higher fiber) bread and butter.  It was okay.  Later.