Not to be depressing or anything...
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Not to be depressing or anything...
| Tue, 09-27-2005 - 11:44pm |
I was just sitting here, thinking that I really should be in bed with the lights off by now and realized...NO ONE else is here.

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I am with you! I had the same realization last night. I am ready for it to be my time! I see everyone else married, dating, or having children and I wonder what's wrong with me......I have a great job I love, a house I bought myself and I am attractive. I feel that I am meant to be a significant other to someone, and one day a mom, and it's so discouraging being alone every night.
Anyways, that's my little vent.....hope you're feeling better today :)
Aw, honey, I know how you feel. It is really starting to feel like fall here in Chicago and the heat is not yet on in my building so it gets cold at night. I pulled out my down comforter last night and then realized that, were there a man in my bed with me, I'd be plenty warm without it.
We all have those moments. Not having them is unnatural and probably a symptom if denial. The online thing is pretty tired for me too and I have given up on it. I know that this won't help, but if I were a man I would be super excited to date you. From what I have gathered on this board and the website, you are smart, funny, insightful, practical, and attractive. There is someone out there for you. You are smart enough to wait for him. That empty bed would be even more depressing after a divorce, so you are making the right decision.
Jules
Good Luck!!
Thanks, Jules.
I know how you feel. There are times I wish I had someone in bed with me especially now that fall is here. Sometimes I get so lonely.
There are times I would love to find the right man, get married and have a family. I know I would make a good mom, but I'm 41 and the clock is ticking and getting louder every month. I would love to have one child before my clock stops, but it looks like it will not happen. I have look into adoption 10 years ago, but I can't afford to raise a child by myself.
Some married women think I have it easy because I'm not married. But sometime it's really lonely to come home from work to an empty apartment and there is no one to tell him about my day, or listen to me when I'm upset and hold me.
Taking your profile off the meet market is probably a good thing. It can be draining to try to deal with the whole thing.
I have actually been making a concerted effort to be less busy lately. I am involved in a bunch of different groups and tend to over extend myself. Plus, my mom sat me down this weekend to talk about my partying. After thinking it over, I realized that she is right. I drink too much and party too hard. Which is fine for awhile but I have been growing tired of it lately and her concern gave me the push that I needed to take a breath and relax and devote some energy to pursuing my hobbies instead of spending all of my time in lounges. I think that she was a little surprised that I didn't immediately get defensive because I have when she has tried to talk with me about this in the past. The reason that I usually balk at any discussion with her is that 3 of her 4 siblings are alcoholics so she tends to overreact. But, when I conceded that I might be drinking a little bit too much, she admitted that she does not think that I have a problem but just that she worries. It was nice to speak frankly with her.
Work has eased up a bit for me in the past couple of months, too, which has helped. And, since Congress did not pass our appropriations bill yet and the President asked federal employees to suspend non-essential travel to help with fuel conservation, it looks like my travel reprieve may be in effect for awhile. Hallelujah!
I feel everyone's exact same sentiments. I also have a great apartment all to myself, a thriving career, grad school and friends. But at the end of the day, when I am tucking myself into bed, I feel the loneliness. Late at night when I want to cuddle up to a warm body, there is just me. When I come home and want to share the trials and tribulations of my day, there is just me and when I wake up on a sunny, beautiful Sunday morning ready to prepare a great breakfast in bed, it is just me.
I can't wait for the days when I will have someone to share these small, but precious moments with.
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