Feeling my age, and I'm only 27...
Sep. 19th, 2004 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeI wish the stupid cashiers could find something else to talk about besides their boyfriends. I'm ten years older than some of them, and I ain't got *NOBODY*!!! Makes me feel like a shrivelled old maid. Can't they think of something else to talk about... or can't they just put *that* on the back burner until they get some amount of college education behind them and they've worked for several years?!
One of them was a blonde, and I know I read somewhere that some psychologist supposedly did a survey and found that most men like large-bosomed blondes, and that a lot of them find smart women int. If that's true then I guess my chances of finding a nice guy are next to zero: I'm a brunette who takes a size 32 undershirt, and even A cups fall off her, plus I have an IQ of 135 on the Terman Index. Mom keeps telling me whoever *he* is, he's a very special guy and he's worth waiting for.
Part of the problem is this stupid troll post on "a_broken_heart", some total ass who came on there telling us wounded souls to get over it and just have sex. This isn't *just* about sex: It's about trying to find someone with a mind and a heart and a personality that you're drawn towards, that also happens to be attached to a body you want to come into contact with at the right time, because they are *them*. I told this loser as much (Thank God for the comments function on here.). But it still hurts. Sure, I want some good man to make love to me and with me someday, but he has to be the right one: he has to respect my unique personality, my talents and my interests. He has to be understanding of my difficulties and handles me with care when my depression or my Asperger's Syndrome trip me up. He has to be a mature, responsible man, well-educated in more than just one area, with a good, appropriate sense of humor, but who also is unafraid to look into the dark corners of human nature. He must be a spiritual man, who has a good relationship with God as he knows Him, and who respects other people's belief systems and metaphysical disciplines; I'd prefer it if he was Catholic Christian, but so far, too many of the Catholic guys I've met seem to be trying to turn me into some kind of a Stepford Wife. He must be an intelligent man, a good conversationalist, but also a good listener, the kind of man who listens to people without trying to fix them if they have to vent their pain to someone. He must be gentle with all living things, respects all beautiful things, lives truthfully and honestly even when the truth is painful or ugly.
I hope that doesn't sound too abstract or idealized. I won't say looks don't matter, but a guy who ain't much for looks but who fits my ideal has a lot more going for him than a handsome fella who misses it by a mile.
One of them was a blonde, and I know I read somewhere that some psychologist supposedly did a survey and found that most men like large-bosomed blondes, and that a lot of them find smart women int. If that's true then I guess my chances of finding a nice guy are next to zero: I'm a brunette who takes a size 32 undershirt, and even A cups fall off her, plus I have an IQ of 135 on the Terman Index. Mom keeps telling me whoever *he* is, he's a very special guy and he's worth waiting for.
Part of the problem is this stupid troll post on "a_broken_heart", some total ass who came on there telling us wounded souls to get over it and just have sex. This isn't *just* about sex: It's about trying to find someone with a mind and a heart and a personality that you're drawn towards, that also happens to be attached to a body you want to come into contact with at the right time, because they are *them*. I told this loser as much (Thank God for the comments function on here.). But it still hurts. Sure, I want some good man to make love to me and with me someday, but he has to be the right one: he has to respect my unique personality, my talents and my interests. He has to be understanding of my difficulties and handles me with care when my depression or my Asperger's Syndrome trip me up. He has to be a mature, responsible man, well-educated in more than just one area, with a good, appropriate sense of humor, but who also is unafraid to look into the dark corners of human nature. He must be a spiritual man, who has a good relationship with God as he knows Him, and who respects other people's belief systems and metaphysical disciplines; I'd prefer it if he was Catholic Christian, but so far, too many of the Catholic guys I've met seem to be trying to turn me into some kind of a Stepford Wife. He must be an intelligent man, a good conversationalist, but also a good listener, the kind of man who listens to people without trying to fix them if they have to vent their pain to someone. He must be gentle with all living things, respects all beautiful things, lives truthfully and honestly even when the truth is painful or ugly.
I hope that doesn't sound too abstract or idealized. I won't say looks don't matter, but a guy who ain't much for looks but who fits my ideal has a lot more going for him than a handsome fella who misses it by a mile.
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Date: 2004-09-19 04:57 pm (UTC)I have a MENSA level IQ and am brunette as well as hardly a large bosomed person, and i'm dating a great guy and have been for four years. Your mom is right, it jsut takes time to find the right person.
Those 17 year olds that blather on about boyfriends usually feel a need to do that because they aren't secure in themselves.