End of the Road

I am not really a girly girl. Like a lot of my friends and peers I am independent, self assured and have a rather high opinion of my worth. I have a clear idea of what I deserve, what I want, and what I will not tolerate, and the only rare time my Libra self gets out of balance is when one of those equations are missing.

I know what makes a good relationship, and I am open to giving 100% when I feel it is deserved and inspired. Women over 50 are a different breed in many ways. We no longer really care to the point of dwelling on your needs, because we are self absorbed and care about our needs, and rightly so. We have been tolerating men for years at this point, and we know who we are finally. If you want to have a loving, amazing, rock your world relationship with me, you simply have to adore me, make me feel special, because by the way, I am, and I will write you countless dirty tales, make you that video, bring you treats and gifts, and be there when you want. That is the difference that comes with age. When we are younger we tend to do that anyway, regardless if it is deserved, because we want to be loved, hence approved of.

Women over 50 do not really care what you think, as long as it concerns pleasing us. Once that is established, well, you will be happy with your choice.

It is not rocket science, you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. I have dated a lot, hell I could write a book on it, and for the most part it has been satisfying and engaging, even when it was inevitable it end. A friend once said “start with me, even if it is to see what the ending is like.” I believe that sentiment, in all aspects of life. But when you are not with someone who appreciates and wants to know the real you, well, the end is always near. This requires communication and expressed desire, which may or may not include chatting on the phone, even if only for a few moments, leaving nice I miss you messages, simply saying hi and inquiring about your life, emails that contain more than impending hopes of sex, and a general respect for the person they supposedly want to get to know.

If a train is travelling down the tracks, full speed ahead, and it just stops, because it is distracted by the scenery, and its needs, eventually it will rust and lose its momentum.

Such is life.