I grew up in a house of males. My sole purpose in life was to irritate everyone in my house every day. Challenge accepted. Mission accomplished.
My dad is from that generation who believes a woman cooks, cleans, and breeds all while physically polished to perfection and in a pair of expensive heels and a string of pearls. Thing is, my dad still cheated on his wife (constantly), had babies with other women, three that still live today, my age, I’ve never met them, and when he dumped up, he threw out his wife and moved his mistress in. Those action taught me more about the roles of men and women, than learning how to cook and clean. I like the shoes. Obviously.
You can either be a mistress or a wife. Take your chances. I would be happy just to meet a man to hang out with who likes seafood, drinks wine, likes to be outdoors, likes movies, is LGBT cool, and has a pleasant overall kindness about him. I’m 49 years old and I haven’t met him yet. But my dear friends in the LGBT Vegas community insist I can no longer be alone. They’re “worried about me”. We had a serious chat last night and they’re tired of me showing up to date nights by myself. They want to double date and feel awkward when it’s them and just me.
Being single is no longer a plague in just the straight community it seems, it’s a plagues in the gay communities as well. And according to my gay friends, bringing along another gay male friend “doesn’t count”.
Why can’t I just be alone?
“Because it’s not normal!”
You guys are going to judge me on normal? Really? Well son of a bitch.
Whoever said gays aren’t conservative, don’t know queer about gays.
Remember that line in ‘Sleepless in Seattle’ about a woman more likely being killed by terrorists than married after the age of 40. Well now it really is true unfortunately, only I have no interest being married.
My friends in the LBGT community are on a man hunt among the straights for me. Soooooo this should be interesting.
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