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Rose71
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Three weeks ago, a friend who is part of the group I solcialise with announced out of the blue (to me anyway) that he’s really smitten and wants to be more than friends.
Good points are that he’s Catholic; never been married before; we share a lot of interests and I know his family and they are a friendly and decent bunch. I love him to bits … as a friend, but he’s 9 years younger than me and I see him as almost a lovely younger brother or cousin
I’ve been single a long time and I would be the first to acknowledge that I’ve become very wary about sharing my life with anyone. I love my job; I have bought myself a nice house and I’ve got loads of friends and I’m never short of company. I’m used to fighting / working hard for what I want in life, so being presented with ‘Mr. Perfect on a Plate’ just doesn’t work in my brain!!!
I sat him down and we told him, as gently as I could, that he’d taken me by surprise and above all, I valued him as a friend and was not prepared to do anything that might compromise or spoil that dynamic. He agreed (or so I thought) and we agreed to see more of one another, outside the usual crowd, and see how we got along - but just as friends with no pressure on either of us.
Fast forward a few weeks and he’s wonderful in many ways, but with my ‘friend / big sister’ hat on, I can see he’s putting himself under pressure and he keeps saying how nervous he is. I hate feeling like I’m the cause of that, because I’ve been there and its not nice at all. He’s really keen, still, but I’m 9 years older and no matter what anyone says (I know it can work very well for some couples and the actual number isn’t an issue) I feel I’ve lived more than him. I actually think he’s very intelligent, thoughtful and emotionally mature - but he can’t see that. He’s constantly saying things like ‘oh, you’re so clever’…which winds me up because I’m not clever: I’ve worked hard and been lucky enough to have supportive friends and family. Yes, I do love to learn and I have lots of interests and a much wider general knowledge than him - but that’s something I can share with him.
Over all, I’m beginning to thing that I’ve given it a go and I still think friends is the way forward. There is that nagging doubt that I might just be throwing away a really dependable, thoughtful and caring man…because I can’t bring myself to take a few risks.
However, chaste courtship aside, there has to be some physical attraction, surely, even if you resolve not to act on it? I can’t feel anything! Just fear that I’m going to end up hurting him
I know I’d give up my career for the right man, but right now, my brain is firmly in ‘survival’ mode. I was brought up like many women my age, to work hard. It’s not about money (I’, not in the most lucrative profession) but about using your brains and respecting yourself. We’ve been lead to believe that women who are unable to support themselves and have to resort to finding a man to enable them to have a roof over their heads are weak and desperate and not much better than prostitutes. Shocking, when I type it - and actually not nice at all - but that’s the minset we’ve been programmed to have: work hard, keep your knickers on and your options open
Even if this man isn’t ‘the one’ I know I have to break out of that mindset somehow! But if I take my foot of the accelerator and let things slip at work or looking after my home, I am sunk! I have no ‘Plan B’; there is no second income coming in. I really don’t feel I can afford the emotional upheaval that comes with a relationship.
I’m sorry if I sound quite brutal, but I am being brutally honest. I would give it all up in a heartbeat if I could find a man I was truly confident in. I joke that when I find Mr. Right, I willl sleep for a week, just because I can!
Good points are that he’s Catholic; never been married before; we share a lot of interests and I know his family and they are a friendly and decent bunch. I love him to bits … as a friend, but he’s 9 years younger than me and I see him as almost a lovely younger brother or cousin
I’ve been single a long time and I would be the first to acknowledge that I’ve become very wary about sharing my life with anyone. I love my job; I have bought myself a nice house and I’ve got loads of friends and I’m never short of company. I’m used to fighting / working hard for what I want in life, so being presented with ‘Mr. Perfect on a Plate’ just doesn’t work in my brain!!!
I sat him down and we told him, as gently as I could, that he’d taken me by surprise and above all, I valued him as a friend and was not prepared to do anything that might compromise or spoil that dynamic. He agreed (or so I thought) and we agreed to see more of one another, outside the usual crowd, and see how we got along - but just as friends with no pressure on either of us.
Fast forward a few weeks and he’s wonderful in many ways, but with my ‘friend / big sister’ hat on, I can see he’s putting himself under pressure and he keeps saying how nervous he is. I hate feeling like I’m the cause of that, because I’ve been there and its not nice at all. He’s really keen, still, but I’m 9 years older and no matter what anyone says (I know it can work very well for some couples and the actual number isn’t an issue) I feel I’ve lived more than him. I actually think he’s very intelligent, thoughtful and emotionally mature - but he can’t see that. He’s constantly saying things like ‘oh, you’re so clever’…which winds me up because I’m not clever: I’ve worked hard and been lucky enough to have supportive friends and family. Yes, I do love to learn and I have lots of interests and a much wider general knowledge than him - but that’s something I can share with him.
Over all, I’m beginning to thing that I’ve given it a go and I still think friends is the way forward. There is that nagging doubt that I might just be throwing away a really dependable, thoughtful and caring man…because I can’t bring myself to take a few risks.
However, chaste courtship aside, there has to be some physical attraction, surely, even if you resolve not to act on it? I can’t feel anything! Just fear that I’m going to end up hurting him
I know I’d give up my career for the right man, but right now, my brain is firmly in ‘survival’ mode. I was brought up like many women my age, to work hard. It’s not about money (I’, not in the most lucrative profession) but about using your brains and respecting yourself. We’ve been lead to believe that women who are unable to support themselves and have to resort to finding a man to enable them to have a roof over their heads are weak and desperate and not much better than prostitutes. Shocking, when I type it - and actually not nice at all - but that’s the minset we’ve been programmed to have: work hard, keep your knickers on and your options open
Even if this man isn’t ‘the one’ I know I have to break out of that mindset somehow! But if I take my foot of the accelerator and let things slip at work or looking after my home, I am sunk! I have no ‘Plan B’; there is no second income coming in. I really don’t feel I can afford the emotional upheaval that comes with a relationship.
I’m sorry if I sound quite brutal, but I am being brutally honest. I would give it all up in a heartbeat if I could find a man I was truly confident in. I joke that when I find Mr. Right, I willl sleep for a week, just because I can!