After I turned forty I quit dating. Not against dating. In the old days it used to help people–my grandparents and parents–decide to get married.
Nowadays it’s just a form of discount prostitution. When a godly woman refuses to play the whore, guys get upset. They may call themselves Christians, we may meet them on Christian dating sites but they don’t act the part.
Some women pretend they’re happy to be used like hookers when they’re too old for marriage. I would rather spend every evening alone till I die than get involved with the cruel, soul-devouring hook up culture.
Nowadays, especially after 30, we women get told how worthless and used up we are. We have “no value” men say–aging Don Juans who are far from the gorgeous studs they delude themselves into seeing in the mirror. Doddering, diseased Cassanovas who demand virgins less than half their age should they weary of acting like tom cats and decide to settle down.
I comfort myself that God sees my insides. I’m not the ugly one. These would-be seducers are. They’re ruining their own value by treating fellow humans like disposable napkins to throw in a landfill after using them.
Not very loving or Christian, boys! (They may be bald and wrinkled, but mentally they are stuck at age 14.)
No more online dating sites. Statistics show they are time wasters for women over a certain age. Sadly that’s the only way I can find dates. Bachelors marry or leave church by age 23 it seems. And all the men my age I know–unmarried and desiring dates–are unrepentant womanizers. They deny that a woman my age could be pure. Like they know anything about purity in themselves or the women they have always preferred to date.
The Bible refers to men like this as whore mongers. The male counterparts to whores. They really should be willing to settle for “used up” women tired of the carousel since they are the perfect match for them–used up men tired of the carousel. That would be a marriage of true minds.
I have always wanted a single (unmarried) Christian man of upright character. Income and looks were very flexible. Good luck finding that now! The only decent Christian men my age are married or Catholic priests. Also a few contented male celibates who act like priests–I assume at least one or two of my readers are. Glad men are faithful to their wives or single life beneath God.
I never wanted to spend my life in aching loneliness. But playing the whore never filled the void in a woman’s heart. I’ll take the convent any day.
It’s strange how easy even at my age it is to find artful seducers looking for a one-night stand. Attractive men of 30 or so. A lot of godly single friends of mine see this too. No marriage proposals but plenty of hook up lines.
Flattering as it is to be treated like a discount prostitute, it’s an honor I’ll forego, thank you very much. Thanks to the suffragettes we don’t have to prostitute ourselves or starve when no decent man marries us. Plenty of honorable ways to earn our daily bread now.
Afraid Don Juan will have to shell out more than the price of a McDonalds Happy Meal if he wants a “Lovely Lady” for one night. I don’t have to settle for this debasing treatment and I won’t.