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Killer, you just don't know much about women, do you? Okay, sit down, boy, while I stuff my pipe here....
See, it goes like this. Almost ALL women at some time in their lives strike a pose and say, "Why I'm never getting married. Blah blah blah blah blah blahbity blah blah." What's more, for a few years, they may actually mean it, prompted by the ghost of Betty Friedan and worried that they'll live out their lives in some bland Stepford Wife existence. They'll curl their lips and mutter unkind words about the 50s and domesticity, never thinking for a moment that huge numbers of married women live intellectually and emotionally fulfilling existences. For it is the article of faith among this crowd that, immediately after saying "I do," women are taken into a back room and lobotomized, and manacles slapped onto their wrists and ankles.
Yet, about the time they hit 25 or 30 or 32, they snap. Suddenly, most of their really good friends have wandered down the aisle and are not dealing with the dating treadmill anymore. They're decorating kitchens or having dinner parties or cooing over their newborns in the Aprica strollers--while still managing to maintain their identities. To those married friends, all those fascinating conversations about who's dating whom and who got sick at the bar and all that other single woman drama suddenly seem to be trivial and inane. The conversation lags at the lunch table, and the married friends' eyes glaze over, and they suddenly say, "Well, Tina, this was great, but I've really got to go." They exchange air kisses, resolve to do it again sometime, but somehow the invitations only come as an afterthought, when there's a blank spot at the dinner party, or some cute guy at work is in need of a not-so-subtle fix-up.
At that point, the woman like the one in the video looks around and sees all her friends happy and serene in their married lives (Except for the ones who married losers, of course), and begins noticing that, more and more, she's hanging out with vapid single girls who are all 5-10 years younger than she is. Suddenly, her fun little world is empty and devoid of nutritional content. A grim sense of "been there, done that" descends on her like a cloud, casting a pall on her little whirlwind of parties, concerts, and two-month relationships with one anonymous bad boy after another.
So, at age 32 or so, she snaps and starts frantically combing through her list of married friends. "Do you know any single guys?" is the typical question asked about three nanoseconds into the conversation, right after the obligatory "how have you been" questions and answers. And then, she's in a race against the clock, scouring the single world for a suitable partner with all the fervor of a Spanish conquistador plundering an Inca city in quest of a few golden idols.
Or he could pack a lunch and scan through Sex and the City.. Especially noting that even Carrie eventually got married, "settling" for a mega rich, handsome guy....a fairy tail
Or he could pack a lunch and scan through Sex and the City.. Especially noting that even Carrie eventually got married, "settling" for a mega rich, handsome guy....a fairy tail
Which goes back to the unrealistic expectations in the "Settle" thread.
Killer, you just don't know much about women, do you? Okay, sit down, boy, while I stuff my pipe here....
See, it goes like this. Almost ALL women at some time in their lives strike a pose and say, "Why I'm never getting married. Blah blah blah blah blah blahbity blah blah." What's more, for a few years, they may actually mean it.
Then, about the time they hit 25 or 30 or 32, they snap. Suddenly, most of their really good friends have wandered down the aisle and are not dealing with the dating treadmill anymore. They're decorating kitchens or having dinner parties or cooing over their newborns in the Aprica strollers. To those women, suddenly all those fascinating conversations about who's dating whom and who got sick at the bar and all that other single woman drama seems to be trivial and inane. The conversation lags at the lunch table, and the married friends say, "Well, Tina, this was great, but I've really got to go." They resolve to do it again sometime, but somehow the invitations only come as an afterthought, when there's a blank spot at the dinner party, or some cute guy is in need of a not-so-subtle fix-up.
At that point, the woman like the one in the video looks around and sees all her friends happy and serene in their married lives (Except for the ones who married losers, of course), and begins noticing that, more and more, she's hanging out with vapid single girls who are all 5-10 years younger than she is. Suddenly, her fun little world is empty and devoid of nutritional content. A grim sense of "been there, done that" descends on her like a cloud, casting a pall on her little whirlwind of parties, concerts, and two-month relationships with one anonymous bad boy after another.
So, at age 32 or so, she snaps and starts frantically going through her list of married friends. "Do you know any single guys?" is the typical question asked about three nanoseconds into the conversation, right after the obligatory "how have you been" questions and answers. And then, she's in a race against the clock, scouring the single world for a suitable partner with all the fervor of a Spanish conquistador plundering an Inca city in quest of a few golden idols.
kick in the head. its like the gal with her skirt hiked up and top yanked down angryly declaring in public to her friends --thank god i am not dating anyone anymore.
I just cannot imagine my life revolves around the wit and wisdom of some pigtail bearing, ematiated and rapidly aging(possibly due to an extreme nightlife?) utube celebrity
Killer, you just don't know much about women, do you? Okay, sit down, boy, while I stuff my pipe here....
See, it goes like this. Almost ALL women at some time in their lives strike a pose and say, "Why I'm never getting married. Blah blah blah blah blah blahbity blah blah." What's more, for a few years, they may actually mean it, prompted by the ghost of Betty Friedan and worried that they'll live out the lives in some Stepford Wife existence. They'll curl their lips and mutter unkind words about the 50s and domesticity, never thinking for a moment that huge numbers of married women live intellectually and emotionally fulfilling existences. For it is the article of faith among this crowd that, immediately after saying "I do," women are taken into a back room and lobotomized, and manacles slapped onto their wrists and ankles.
Yet, about the time they hit 25 or 30 or 32, they snap. Suddenly, most of their really good friends have wandered down the aisle and are not dealing with the dating treadmill anymore. They're decorating kitchens or having dinner parties or cooing over their newborns in the Aprica strollers--while still managing to maintain their identities. To those women, suddenly all those fascinating conversations about who's dating whom and who got sick at the bar and all that other single woman drama seems to be trivial and inane. The conversation lags at the lunch table, and the married friends eyes glaze over, and they suddenly say, "Well, Tina, this was great, but I've really got to go." They resolve to do it again sometime, but somehow the invitations only come as an afterthought, when there's a blank spot at the dinner party, or some cute guy is in need of a not-so-subtle fix-up.
At that point, the woman like the one in the video looks around and sees all her friends happy and serene in their married lives (Except for the ones who married losers, of course), and begins noticing that, more and more, she's hanging out with vapid single girls who are all 5-10 years younger than she is. Suddenly, her fun little world is empty and devoid of nutritional content. A grim sense of "been there, done that" descends on her like a cloud, casting a pall on her little whirlwind of parties, concerts, and two-month relationships with one anonymous bad boy after another.
So, at age 32 or so, she snaps and starts frantically combing through her list of married friends. "Do you know any single guys?" is the typical question asked about three nanoseconds into the conversation, right after the obligatory "how have you been" questions and answers. And then, she's in a race against the clock, scouring the single world for a suitable partner with all the fervor of a Spanish conquistador plundering an Inca city in quest of a few golden idols.
Killer, you just don't know much about women, do you? Okay, sit down, boy, while I stuff my pipe here....
See, it goes like this. Almost ALL women at some time in their lives strike a pose and say, "Why I'm never getting married. Blah blah blah blah blah blahbity blah blah." What's more, for a few years, they may actually mean it, prompted by the ghost of Betty Friedan and worried that they'll live out the lives in some Stepford Wife existence. They'll curl their lips and mutter unkind words about the 50s and domesticity, never thinking for a moment that huge numbers of married women live intellectually and emotionally fulfilling existences. For it is the article of faith among this crowd that, immediately after saying "I do," women are taken into a back room and lobotomized, and manacles slapped onto their wrists and ankles.
Yet, about the time they hit 25 or 30 or 32, they snap. Suddenly, most of their really good friends have wandered down the aisle and are not dealing with the dating treadmill anymore. They're decorating kitchens or having dinner parties or cooing over their newborns in the Aprica strollers--while still managing to maintain their identities. To those women, suddenly all those fascinating conversations about who's dating whom and who got sick at the bar and all that other single woman drama seems to be trivial and inane. The conversation lags at the lunch table, and the married friends eyes glaze over, and they suddenly say, "Well, Tina, this was great, but I've really got to go." They resolve to do it again sometime, but somehow the invitations only come as an afterthought, when there's a blank spot at the dinner party, or some cute guy is in need of a not-so-subtle fix-up.
At that point, the woman like the one in the video looks around and sees all her friends happy and serene in their married lives (Except for the ones who married losers, of course), and begins noticing that, more and more, she's hanging out with vapid single girls who are all 5-10 years younger than she is. Suddenly, her fun little world is empty and devoid of nutritional content. A grim sense of "been there, done that" descends on her like a cloud, casting a pall on her little whirlwind of parties, concerts, and two-month relationships with one anonymous bad boy after another.
So, at age 32 or so, she snaps and starts frantically combing through her list of married friends. "Do you know any single guys?" is the typical question asked about three nanoseconds into the conversation, right after the obligatory "how have you been" questions and answers. And then, she's in a race against the clock, scouring the single world for a suitable partner with all the fervor of a Spanish conquistador plundering an Inca city in quest of a few golden idols.
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