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He said:

I realized that yes, I am desperate.

Years ago I had an uncle, who was never married, moved in with his soul-mate when he was 55 years old. He was never married; never lived with any other women. of course that was 27 years ago.

Now I have the odd single friend that is your age. One of them confided in me the same fears you expressed. He isn’t as lucky as you; he’s never been married — although he did have a couple of live-ins.

His family is always “down” on him. They tell him he will never amount to anything, since he has been single for a few years now and doesn’t have any children or wife.

I said:

“You have a nice house. You have a great record collection. And you’re a good friend to a lot of people. You have helped a lot of people along their path with your wisdom.

So what if you’re not married? You want sex? You know a few of them good ol’gals…

The beauty is you don’t have to wake up every day and be confronted with a list of chores. You can sleep in your bed, or one of the other 3 bedrooms, or sleep on the couch in front of the TV if you want to. Bob, you don’t have to answer to anyone.

I’ll tell you what! A lot of our married friends probably wish they could trade places with you.”

I know this seems a little absurd, but you should be happy with what you have than miserable because of what you don’t have.

Understand this; realize it — and be thankful for it!

A friend called me up last night. He is also on this website, just like I am. He is 45 years old. He was talking (telephone) to this lady that seemed desperate; someone he met from this site. Her desperation showed thorough in their discussions and turned him off.

It sends up red flags if someone appears to be too desperate. Have you ever noticed that many women only want you, if they see you are with someone else?

I know I’m likely to get flamed for that comment; but it’s true. Here is the proof:

Buddy and I were sitting in this tavern. None of the women wanted to have anything to do with us.

A month later, the same buddy and I were sitting in the same tavern. There were two beautiful ladies who knew us came over and talked for a while and had a drink with us. Later on they came over again, sat down, and had another chit-chat and drink with us.

Buddy and I had to beat the ladies off that night.

What was the difference between the two nights? Buddy and I didn’t change that much in one month.
Regards, Steve MacLellan