Is it any wonder that I tell men to knock up and marry their nice girlfriends at 17? An aging woman goes on thirty dates with thirty hunks in one weekend, and concludes:
I’m really not interested in getting in a relationship with someone unless it ends up improving the quality of my life. And out of these 30 guys, none of them really matched up to that.
[Link]. The article opens with “Her first scheduled date of the weekend, on Friday morning, actually ended up being her second date because the previous night she had a booty call with another guy.” A question to single or divorced men around her age or older — what would you need from her, in her condition and with her attitude, past a fuck? A baby boy, companionship in older years, Thanksgiving dinners with her extended family and yours… Know what you want and don’t waste your time:
She will run out her life’s clock with sadness because (assuming that the entire story isn’t empowerment-genre fiction with handsome actors) those are a few of the men who either aren’t good enough for her, or they’re not buying what she’s selling: