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How Age can affect your Relationships

Not bad for fifty!

When you feel the feeling you toevluchthaven’t felt before.

What is it about age? When do wij realise that wij are getting older? Is it only when your bones commence to ache when you run up the stairs, or is it when you have bot out all day, going to work, training te the particular gym, or even determining that I won’t stay up very late tonight, spil I feel indeed tired. I actually don’t think that it is any of thesis things. Wij all are aware of the fact that every time wij feast a bday, it is another year on the clock, under the vuilnisbelt, whatever way you like to say it. wij are all conscious of the fact that spil wij grow older, wij switch te some way. I recall when I wasgoed a tiener, I loved all the music that wasgoed pumped out te the clubs, even tho’ I had my own type of music that I liked, I knew all the words to the songs te the top ten. I recall thinking to myself at the time, I would always love this sort of music, it is te mij, I would never switch. But time goes on, and you abruptly realise that actually, what you think wasgoed good, wasgoed only good because you were youthfull, single and free. The excitement of climbing the stairs to the nightclub, hearing the music ter the background, your heart fluttering because you just know that He is going to be there. Every note, every sound, gets embedded te your heart and mind. And you feel that you will be youthfull forever.

Looking fed up!

A sobering Practice.

A strange thing happened to mij the other night. I abruptly realised that it’s not just mij that is affected by my aging. I wasgoed so packaged up ter my own little world, not indeed taking a loterijlot of notice that my figure wasgoed aging, that I left behind how it would be accepted by the outside world. I have always bot a geflirt, it’s te the genes! and even tho’ I wasgoed picked on at schoolgebouw, and called ugly and spotty, hurtful things that go straight into your mind, and affect you for the surplus of your life, it took mij a duo of years after leaving schoolgebouw to realise, much to my verrassing I might add, that actually I wasn’t spil hideous spil they all made out. I never indeed had a loterijlot of confidence with the opposite lovemaking, but when I had a drink, alcoholic, then the shyness that overtook mij at almost any other part of my life, wasgoed abruptly gone. When I say I had a drink, I never got toasted spil such, spil I wasgoed not that keen on licor. Oh, I had my moments, and I still do, but it is usually by accident, that I end up slightly inebriated! For example, if I am eating and drinking at a party, and think that I toevluchthaven’t indeed had a lotsbestemming, but the next morning, well, all I can say is, never again!

So my point is that, when I have had a drink, I still act the same spil usual, only a bit slower!

But back to the other night. I wasgoed invited to my friends bday party at the regional pub, and I wasgoed aware of the fact that an ex- beau of mine wasgoed going to be there. He is a relative of my friend, and overheen the years wij have got together a few times, nothing strenuous, but just having a good time and a few weeks relationship here and there. I still liked him very much, but spil I still live with my ex-husband, which I will explain about when I have more nerve to tell the world, I have always bot reluctant to leave and go of with him. My boy friend spil I will call him, is four years junior than mij, and it wasgoed never a problem. Overheen the years he has asked mij to go away with him, but spil I said, I never could pauze away that lightly, so wij have had a on of sort of thing going on. More mental thesis days than physical, and I am sure you all know what I mean. Anyway, he turned up with his fresh gf, and this wasgoed fine spil I knew he wasgoed dating. But this wasgoed not the problem. She wasgoed twenty seven years old! He behaved like a decent caballero and stayed with hier all evening, but sometimes I noticed a petite look te my direction. At this stage, I didn’t realise that my age wasgoed a problem. It wasgoed, but not just for him. Another man took an rente te mij, and even tho’ I wasgoed very flatterered, I wasn’t interested ter him, but I did dance with him most of the night, spil everyone else wasgoed part of a duo.

The trouble came zometeen, when after being told that he liked mij, my friend took mij to one side and said, ‘ do you know John indeed fancies susan?’ but she is married. Poor man!

I wasgoed astonished and mortified to all of a sudden realise the reason why he had said this. He had not taken any notice of hier all night, but after being with mij, he spoke to another friend of mine, and wasgoed told that I wasgoed fifty. That wasgoed that. I think he wasgoed about thirty eight. After hearing this, I abruptly looked across the dance floor at, I will call him, Pete, my boy friend, or more to the point man friend, and realised that is why he would never be interested ter mij again. This might sound a bit dramatic, but I realised that because his fresh gf wasgoed te hier twenties, he still felt youthfull. Going out with someone of fifty would permanently voorstelling him that he is also aging. Don’t ask mij how I know this, I just do.

My point to all this? Age is a state of mind. The trouble is, however youthful you look, your age tells the world that you have practice, a past, and more to the point, there is something te our DNA that states that to be youthful is to be fruitful. Wij mate to procreate. The joy part is just an afterthought, albeit a good one. I realise now that time has galloped away with my genes, and I am no longer a contestant te the mating spel. A very sobering practice.

So what do I do now? if I want to date, do I have to lie about my age? is that why women do all the time? I never thought there wasgoed much point te that, I presumed, wrongly, that to tell the world your age, especially if you look junior, would make people say, ‘ Ooh you certainly look good’. But now I know the truth. Your age is the one main multiplicador ter the spel of producing children. And therefore, you are overheen the hill, and futile to be a mate.

I have never bot attracted to older boys, it is just mij. Maybe I have forgotten that age has caught up with mij ter the dating spel, maybe I thought that I would always look and be junior. But people see mij differently now. And I cannot fairly get used to it.

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