
I'm an extremely negative and forward thinking person. I'm also about to get married. My life is, quite frankly, the best it could possibly be at this exact moment. I guess there could be the leprechaun constantly handing me money or something, but that I'll keep for my warm snuggy sleep time dreams. My fiance will come home soon, I will kiss him, we will dandle on the couch and just be giddy and retarded in love.
That has nothing to do with me being negative, but this does. All he positivity and wonder feels like a lovely and sweet tub of ice cream that is some day going to get moldy and disintegrate - I know this is bad. I'm not fearing our relationship growing lousy, sexless, and generally gut-wrenching. I'm fearing the possibility of, "oh god, I could live the single life again some day...fuck that."
If your single life was anything like mine, you wouldn't want it back. My days involved constantly being in the prowl, drunk in real life at home, or on the internet, and consistently making terrible choices involving my genitalia and self-esteem. Hey heterosexuality, you can keep my fucking single life, I do not want it back.
But what if I have no control over that? What if there is a terrible accident and something happens to Jab? What if we're old and immobile and he dies before me? I would have no choice but to...ugh...prowl again. And of course there would be other issues as well: emotional, financial, legal.
Whilst I'm imagining this in my presently favorable state, it seems to me that I'd want nothing other than the help of someone who was experiencing, or had experienced the same thing.
Some brilliant brain in France did do something about it: The Divorce, Separation and Bereavement Fair.
Now of course my potential, future, and highly unlikely exodus to the single life wouldn't be like it existed in my twenties. For one, I'm aware that the propensity to fuck in bar bathrooms probably decreases with age. However, the other issues: financial, emotional, and legal are all examined in a number of workshops. And yes, of course, maybe you'll find someone to help you rebound. Even if they can't replace the one you lost.
Divorce, Separation, and Bereavement Fair.
Or maybe you didn't lose them, maybe you couldn't fucking wait to chuck them to the side of the road, to burn themselves up on their own devices. Well, in that case, there here is a fine crop of similarly aged singletons for you to peruse! Just please, don't take advantage of the grieving widows. They're using all their moisture for tears, not sexy juices.
Previously married (and presently single for whatever reason) individuals are a minority that are largely ignored. Let's narrow it down a little bit: over age 40, having teenaged children, and having to work. Let's move the age up a smidge: over age 55, empty nester, looking at retirement. Some people want to be alone, but everybody deserves somebody to love. Queue the jewelery commercial.
There are few viable emotional and dating services available to this demographic largely because they are viewed as being old and crotchety. I'm not counting online dating. Online dating is complete bullshit (One of my many blogs on the topic). I'm talking about real life meeting situations, being attracted to someone based upon how they look and carry themselves and your conversation, rather than some specs outlined with radio buttons and single field text boxes.
So, I worry about this because I worry that I could some day be in the same situation. I feel for my friends who are in the same situation. I feel for others that I know that are stellar matter in a filthy world. I hope that something like the Divorce, Separation and Bereavement Fair in France comes to the US because people deserve to have it. They deserve to feel togetherness.
P.S.
I also hope that gold diggers don't ruin such a fair in the US. That would be the way of the American slut, wouldn't it?

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