I’m 42, divorced ages ago. I am not a woman who’s ‘let herself go’ just to set the record straight; I haven’t cut all my hair off and got fat like a lot of middle aged women do. I have long dark straight hair, haven’t gone grey, and am still slim and keep fit, etc. Can still have a fun convo and flirt — not that it really makes any goddamn difference.
I cannot pull to save my life.
Over the past few years I’ve had probably about 25 dates and none of them led to anything. I have come to the conclusion, after the last, oh I don’t know, 8 or 9 dates, that basically that’s it, I’m no longer attractive to men. I’m tired now, I can’t go on any more dates just to prove to myself time and again that it’s true. It hurts more & more every time..
Yep. my sex life ends here.
It’s sad. I never knew when i was younger that it would end so soon.
let’s be honest, living the rest of my lilfe without the prospect of sex (we all want it and desire it/need it), i mean NIL prospect, is just miserable.
No I can’t start some new ‘hobby’ to take my mind off it , trust me, it ain’t happening.
I wish my menopause had come quicker as the ‘urge’ is supposed to diminish.
It’s ironic how so many people say oh if you’re woman you’ll get laid easy. I really don’t think so.
I can’t wait to check out, I’ve been wanting to go since I was 11 yrs old, what hell am I still doing here. I know it’s cos I’m too scared to commit suicide, but it just HAS to be done. I have no reason to be here.
life just list of problems, pain, aggro, and a few bits of pleasure strewn along the path (wow big deal) which last about 2 miliseconds. And people call this LIFE PRECIOUS! Pathetic!!
My having grown old and minging is just one more thing to prove that life is just one great pile of shit. I turn around & everything else is just negative – job, house, family (none), friends (all — none)… all I needed really is to find out I gotta go celibate at 42, great. What a load of shit. I’m checking out. What’s the friggin point?
What kept me going sometimes was the idea of one day perhaps meeting a nice guy, i could have a r.ship with, but yeah whatever, i can’t even get laid (ie men attracted to me), let ALONE have a r.ship. So forget that.
That’s another hope dashed,and that’s me done, forever, no other hopes since all the rest of life and everything in the world is uninteresting banal, scary or boring or just indifferent. Why the hell hang around any more.
No I don’t feel sorry for myself, I just feel disgust and disappointment. It’s esp. hard as I have no kids/family to really take my mind off this shit.
Kindly direct me to the nearest multi storey car park.