I just wanna move on!
It seems that I've become some kind of an alien since the loss of my husband. I just can't get it together! It's like I'm in a foreign land trying to learn the new language and customs only at times, I feel like the people should learn my customs and speak my language. I'm so tired of being lonely but I refuse to waste my time on some of the so-called men that are out here today. It's not like I'm some old maid! I'm only 39 however it seems I have the morals of someone 59 since I don't want to have sex with some guy immediately after meeting him and decline the idea of sending someone a nude pic.
The only thing I really want is genuine friendship/companionship but thats too much to ask, I guess! In 4 yrs I've had only 3 dates with 2 of those dates ending with me being totally appalled at the blatant disrespect I was given. I'd rather be alone if I gotta settle for less! But why do I feel it's me and not them like I'm the one in the wrong? I just want to move on with my life!