The Grass is Always Greener
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In my twenties (wait, I’m still in my twenties…I’m standing fast at 29) during the “single” years, I wondered what relationships were for.
I was a wanderer. I’d grown up with the impression that men were pornography-lusting slimeballs who only wanted a woman for one reason. So I ruled out men as a part of my plan. Not that I had a plan. But biology kicked in later and I realized I was yearning for something … so I got me a man. Now that I’m married, oh gosh, have I been re-thinking all the time I wasted as a “single” gal. I was young, beautiful, could’ve had any man I wanted. I just had to choose wisely. But I didn’t choose at all. And when I finally did choose, I did it in a state of blindness, with my hands out in front of me, clasping the first thing I felt. Now the opposite sex is looking really good to me, and I’m appreciating the type of men that really would have suited me if I’d known what I should have been looking for.
So when I was single I yearned for that “indefinable something.” And now that I’m married, I wish I could re-live my single years and do it right the second time.
But don’t worry, these are thoughts that were flaming hot a couple weeks ago. Maybe it was hormonal. I’m currently devoted to my marriage, and I’m dedicated to build things from here. My husband has turned 180 degrees for me. I don’t know anyone else who’s changed so much…for the sake of “keeping the girl.” He's really great.
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I was a wanderer. I’d grown up with the impression that men were pornography-lusting slimeballs who only wanted a woman for one reason. So I ruled out men as a part of my plan. Not that I had a plan. But biology kicked in later and I realized I was yearning for something … so I got me a man. Now that I’m married, oh gosh, have I been re-thinking all the time I wasted as a “single” gal. I was young, beautiful, could’ve had any man I wanted. I just had to choose wisely. But I didn’t choose at all. And when I finally did choose, I did it in a state of blindness, with my hands out in front of me, clasping the first thing I felt. Now the opposite sex is looking really good to me, and I’m appreciating the type of men that really would have suited me if I’d known what I should have been looking for.
So when I was single I yearned for that “indefinable something.” And now that I’m married, I wish I could re-live my single years and do it right the second time.
But don’t worry, these are thoughts that were flaming hot a couple weeks ago. Maybe it was hormonal. I’m currently devoted to my marriage, and I’m dedicated to build things from here. My husband has turned 180 degrees for me. I don’t know anyone else who’s changed so much…for the sake of “keeping the girl.” He's really great.
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