At the end of the day dodges tomatoes. The longer you wait to find someone the harder its going to be. Especially as a woman when the older you are you're not as attractive as you once were (beauty is fleeting) and men are visual creatures. You can't give a man kids etc.
I see someone bringing up nia long. Nia long was cheated on and now she is single. Anyone who Nia long is interested in can get everything she has but in someone who is in their 40s or 30s. Nia long is 53, she can't give anyone kids, she's stuck in her ways.
Even if you were to give most of these old single broads men they'd ruin it.
The other day, I ran into a guy I hadn't seen for a while - a younger guy. 'You look hot,' he said. And for one delicious moment, I believed him
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"Men don't look at me the way they used to. In general, they don't look at me at all. This is what happens when a woman turns 40 (50, 60 etc.). It's a fact of life.
In theory, this is supposed to be an exhilarating passage in the life of a woman. At last we're liberated from the tyranny of the male gaze! We don't have to care what men think of us any more. We're free to be our true, authentic self. We can wear a red hat.
In reality, it sucks. I'd give a lot for men to look at me like that again."
Older women also enjoy lustful thoughts, even age-inappropriate ones. I blush to say I sometimes encounter the handsome twentysomething son of some friend and secretly dissolve into a pile of goo. That chiselled jaw, those washboard abs, that lean physique and fine head of hair – no wonder one's knees go weak. The reason we don't confess to these attractions is not because people will think we're predatory. It's because they'll think we're ridiculous.
The worst injustice of being a woman is not the indignity of objectification by men. It's the asymmetry of aging. Men are perfectly free to acquire younger mates and be admired for it. They're blessed with nubile wives, second families and, later on, a faithful caregiver to spoon-feed them their Jell-O. But older women with younger mates remain a rare exception. In popular culture, at least, things usually end badly for the woman. Look at Mrs. Robinson in
The Graduate. Or Demi Moore.
The reason for this cruel asymmetry is biology, of course. Once we're past our child-bearing years, men are primed to lose interest in us. Our desire remains as strong as ever. But they stop desiring back. Curse Mother Nature.
When I gaze at the girls of spring, it seems like only yesterday that I was one of them. I wore long hair and short skirts, and sometimes men would pester me unpleasantly – far more unpleasantly than men would dare to do today, before the rules changed. But, on the whole, being gazed on was not at all demeaning. It was empowering. I was the one in charge, because the choice of how to handle any given male's response was entirely mine. No matter how sexist or unfair it seems, no one in the world has more erotic power than a 20-year-old girl.