Complexity of Standards
As far as the dating sphere is concerned, I have very few non-negotiables.
If a guy is everything I want in a partner in every other respect, usually a strangely difficult to find mesh of intelligent, funny, sweet and attractive, I'm willing to overlook other flaws.
Nothing too serious like he has a habit of blowing all his money by religiously betting on Pecky the Rooster at his weekly cock fights but I did once pursue a guy who's idea of a fun time was drinking something like 40 beers in one sitting...
The standards have been upped over the years but, in the end, I'm immensely easy going so little gets under my skin. I'm a slob in sheep's girl-y clothing so if he has a pile of discarded shirts in the corner of the room I'm apt not to notice let alone care.
I'm a hopeless romantic so I care more about sweet, loving gestures than four star meals. And I'm a secret geek myself so if you're devoted to a metal band that's huge in Germany...well, aren't you the cutest?
However, there are two things I don't believe I could ever deal with in a mate...at least not now in this stage of my life. If you're deeply religious and/or can't wait for fatherhood...well, it's best we end this before either of us get started.
The first is more negotiable. It all depends on how deep seeded the beliefs. Believe in some sort of higher power but respect my decision to live a life utterly devoid of religion and we'll be peachy keen.
However, any attempt to drag me to church on any day of the week will not end well. I'll begrudgingly say grace at the dinner table but if we start fighting about evolution over the mashed potatoes or you're fervently pro-life things are likely to end with a spork to the eye.
Babies though...they're a whole other can of worms. To be blunt, I have yet to find one singular maternal bone in my body. I can look at an infant and occasionally admire how cute its pudgy, pink face is but it has never even sparked a twinge of motherly desire. And I certainly can say that I simply cannot understand the woman at the heart of this article
Give me a puppy or kitty any day of the week..
My reasons for not wanting to have a child are complex and better saved for another day. Perhaps I'll adopt long, long down the road but even that is iffy. There's so much I want to do, so much I want to see...and a baby simply is not factoring into that equation.
So, if a guy I'm dating hopes one day to start a whole horde of his own...well, I'd be smart to run for the nearest hill.
Of course, in avoiding both times I've found myself headed straight towards the men that while wildly intelligent, hilarious and charming....also happened to be players and guys on the path to liver failure.
Thankfully, your little Shannon is growing up and adding them to her small but growing list of non-negotiables. Those rare good eggs naturally help as well..
If a guy is everything I want in a partner in every other respect, usually a strangely difficult to find mesh of intelligent, funny, sweet and attractive, I'm willing to overlook other flaws.
Nothing too serious like he has a habit of blowing all his money by religiously betting on Pecky the Rooster at his weekly cock fights but I did once pursue a guy who's idea of a fun time was drinking something like 40 beers in one sitting...
The standards have been upped over the years but, in the end, I'm immensely easy going so little gets under my skin. I'm a slob in sheep's girl-y clothing so if he has a pile of discarded shirts in the corner of the room I'm apt not to notice let alone care.
I'm a hopeless romantic so I care more about sweet, loving gestures than four star meals. And I'm a secret geek myself so if you're devoted to a metal band that's huge in Germany...well, aren't you the cutest?
However, there are two things I don't believe I could ever deal with in a mate...at least not now in this stage of my life. If you're deeply religious and/or can't wait for fatherhood...well, it's best we end this before either of us get started.
The first is more negotiable. It all depends on how deep seeded the beliefs. Believe in some sort of higher power but respect my decision to live a life utterly devoid of religion and we'll be peachy keen.
However, any attempt to drag me to church on any day of the week will not end well. I'll begrudgingly say grace at the dinner table but if we start fighting about evolution over the mashed potatoes or you're fervently pro-life things are likely to end with a spork to the eye.
Babies though...they're a whole other can of worms. To be blunt, I have yet to find one singular maternal bone in my body. I can look at an infant and occasionally admire how cute its pudgy, pink face is but it has never even sparked a twinge of motherly desire. And I certainly can say that I simply cannot understand the woman at the heart of this article
Give me a puppy or kitty any day of the week..
My reasons for not wanting to have a child are complex and better saved for another day. Perhaps I'll adopt long, long down the road but even that is iffy. There's so much I want to do, so much I want to see...and a baby simply is not factoring into that equation.
So, if a guy I'm dating hopes one day to start a whole horde of his own...well, I'd be smart to run for the nearest hill.
Of course, in avoiding both times I've found myself headed straight towards the men that while wildly intelligent, hilarious and charming....also happened to be players and guys on the path to liver failure.
Thankfully, your little Shannon is growing up and adding them to her small but growing list of non-negotiables. Those rare good eggs naturally help as well..