I am trying to coax out all the single posters. Don't be bashful. And of those who are already married or plan to be soon, let's hear you comments.
I have enjoyed my freedom now for 32 years. Never been married. I am set in my ways. But here is what i actually fear:
I fear, that if I were married, that the novelty would wear off. I don't want that to happen. I want to retain that euphoric feeling I get when I lay my eyes on a cute, sweet girl in the grocery store. What would I do, if I was married? I'd be sick. Wouldn't I?
I also envision being married to a woman that turns out the way my grandma did. She went senile. Walked around with underwear outside her clothes. She also grew a beard. Ewwwww. Who wants THAT? My grandpa didn't like it. He yelled and threw things at her and called her a dumb bunny. (Iamme thinking of THAT image...now thinking of images on video entitled "Girls Gone Wild".)
Then, I fear the kids aspect. Do I want kids? Yes and no combined. My fears are the responsibilty. It also creeps me out to imagine them growing into teens because when THAT happens, I know I would be old. THEIR aging would be a measurement of time for me. The way it is now, I can pretend I am not getting old.
I'm not too fond of the thought of going to parent/teacher meetings either. I would hate to have to relive the entire school thing all over.
Hugh Hefner, here I come?
I have enjoyed my freedom now for 32 years. Never been married. I am set in my ways. But here is what i actually fear:
I fear, that if I were married, that the novelty would wear off. I don't want that to happen. I want to retain that euphoric feeling I get when I lay my eyes on a cute, sweet girl in the grocery store. What would I do, if I was married? I'd be sick. Wouldn't I?
I also envision being married to a woman that turns out the way my grandma did. She went senile. Walked around with underwear outside her clothes. She also grew a beard. Ewwwww. Who wants THAT? My grandpa didn't like it. He yelled and threw things at her and called her a dumb bunny. (Iamme thinking of THAT image...now thinking of images on video entitled "Girls Gone Wild".)
Then, I fear the kids aspect. Do I want kids? Yes and no combined. My fears are the responsibilty. It also creeps me out to imagine them growing into teens because when THAT happens, I know I would be old. THEIR aging would be a measurement of time for me. The way it is now, I can pretend I am not getting old.
Hugh Hefner, here I come?