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Ashton
Hero Username: Ashton
Post Number: 11681 Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 69.175.79.169
Rating:  Votes: 1 (Vote!) | | Posted on Wednesday, May 04, 2011 - 06:49 pm: |
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That's because when they were young (22,25), they treated all the 'nice guys' very badly , so they are getting what they deserve now, now that they're turning older, they want 'nice guys' but all the nice guys are married now, so go screw yourselves.. |
   
Ashton
Hero Username: Ashton
Post Number: 11680 Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 69.175.79.169
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Wednesday, May 04, 2011 - 06:45 pm: |
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Woman wastes her 20s "hooking up". Now as 30 approaches, she can't find a husband and lashes out. http://www.datemedc.com/2011/04/precipice-of-spinsterhood.ht ml It's alway's the man's fault! Megan K. and I put chocolate chips in our pancakes Saturday morning. It was fattening, delicious, and the only thing in our lives that has made any sense lately. You see, Megs and I -- as well as a plethora of our other fabulous female friends -- find ourselves in a precarious and perplexing position: We're cute. We're smart. We're articulate, well-traveled (her more so than me), energetic, fun and down to explore. And yet, at 29 and 28, respectively, we are still single -- standing on 30's lonely doorstep -- with ZERO reasonable prospects. In the past, we would have resorted to self-flagellation -- "What is wrong with me?" we may have asked through tears and a bottle of pinot. "Why aren't there any guys who want to stick around?" But over Saturday's chocolate chip pancakes, Megan K. and I flipped the script: It's not us. It's them. You read the second paragraph I wrote. There's nothing wrong with us! Sure, we've got myriad flaws just like any other person on this planet, but there's nothing so major there as would send anyone running for the hills to return with torches and pitchforks. It is NOT us. It's you people -- you men and your wayward penises. Megs and I have spent enough time with you all to come to the depressingly stark conclusion that at our ages, there are simply no acceptable men to date. It's a strange phenomenon that slowly builds as you enter your late 20s/early 30s as a woman. We are watching the window of opportunity inch toward closed because from our vantage point, there is literally something entirely undateable about every single man we meet. Reasonably speaking, that window I referred to is men ages 21-38 -- 21 at the low end, because while it is perfectly legal for us to date 18-year-olds, A) that's kind of creepy and B) there's pretty much no way we'd date someone who couldn't legally drink with us. And the upper limit is set at 38 because it's 10 years older, beyond which is also creepy (but on their end this time). |
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