About a month ago, a woman I used to work with wanted to introduce me to her friend, a “nice guy who’s really fun”, according to her. He did sound good. Apparently handsome, educated in “good schools” (for whatever that’s worth), gainfully employed, great sense of humor, nice to his mother. Sounded like a real gem. I said “sure”. I’m usually game to go out with somebody fun…and you never know, it could lead to something more. Except it wouldn’t. Here’s why it wouldn’t: Dude was 52 and had never been married. (Gasp). I put the brakes on right there. I wasn’t going out with him. Nope. (I know. I should be ashamed of myself).
But let me explain. When I meet a grown woman who has never been married and has no kids, I don’t think anything. Those are date points without a distinction. Not true with a guy, though. A bright red flag goes up when that same description is tied to a man. I wanna know what’s wrong with him. Seriously. Something must be. I know it’s not fair. But I still think it. I can’t quite put it into words that I can defend, but I still think it.
So I told her “no thanks”. When I told her why, of course she thought I was nuts. I don’t care. It wouldn’t work. At the very least, one of us needs to have some sense of how to be in a long-term committed relationship and it’s not me…so the onus is on him. Sorry.
So, I’m a hypocrite. Single, chldfree women are fine; single, childfree men are weird. Tell me I’m not the only one who feels that way.