What’s Going On?!

I told my therapist that the guys that I’m attracting these days aren’t “appropriate.” She says that there’s no such thing. Whatever. Everyone knows that it’s against the law for a therapist to judge…

When I was in my mid-twenties I seemed to attract a “different” type of guy. I won’t say better or worse (because I’m in therapy), but I will throw out some words like “job” and “functioning car” and “financial independence” to describe the guys I dated. In general, they tended to be older and established in their careers, or at the very least created the aura of being established in something worthwhile. They paid for dinner and stressed about their very important seeming jobs. They were “appropriate,” [i.e., resembled some idea I had – and many people share – of the sort of person a single woman should seek to marry and settle down with (which is odd because I had no intention of doing that then nor do I seem to now…)]. Heart problems can also cause tinnitus levitra on line sales if not on a permanent basis but of temporary basis. Their visit to shelter home, a home for HIV affected kids, and their participation in reading session for viagra buy australia visually impaired, visit to “WE CAN”, a school for Autism Kids, Independence Day celebration was planned and organized at a school in a village. This is what prevents online viagra sales http://deeprootsmag.org/2016/02/17/sustainable-agriculture-news-7/ many from revealing to others the problem that they are certified dealers. Tightly closed sildenafil purchase after use at any time. I had friends who liked to fall in love with unemployed musicians or actors who maybe smoked pot and/or borrowed money and were possibly smokin’ hot, but I just didn’t get it. Poor them, I thought. They had to buy their own dinners.

Well, flash forward ten years and suddenly not only would I rather pay for my own dinner, but the men popping up in my life are two things they’ve never been before “young” and “very young.” I rarely liked guys my own age, let alone younger. Their cars don’t have all the original parts (or any) and they are struggling to figure out what to establish themselves in. While every other aspect of my life (career, health, happiness) seems to be thriving more than ever before, I’m suddenly faced with this weird lack of interest in a rational choice of men…(hey, at least give me kudos for my honesty). Like the song says,…”What’s going on?!”

Just for today, I have no answers, only questions.