Someone as messed up as me doesn’t deserve to be happy…
…so it’s just as well that I can’t ever be happy.
I just want someone to tell me I’m a good person…
…and let myself believe them, which is harder.
I feel so lonely…
…I wish there was someone here with me…
…which I can now understand as wanting someone I feel comfortable talking to or just being with, but also someone I feel comfortable touching and letting her touch me, gently and affectionately more than just sexually…
…One of my (female) friends once said that I tend to fall for “alpha women” who aren’t interested in me. I’m not sure if that’s completely true (about them being alpha women, they certainly aren’t interested in me), but I guess some of them would qualify…
…but saying I’m looking for someone gentle, caring, quiet and family-focused is hard, because I feel like I’m saying that I’m looking for some stereotyped pre-feminist Victorian Stepford Wife, when really all I’m saying is that I want to marry someone like myself (I’m not sure if I’m caring, but I’m gentle, quiet and family-focused)…
…for the record, I cook, clean, grocery shop and can launder, iron and sew (the latter very badly). I’m not looking for a domestic servant or living doll. I have no problem with my wife going to work leaving me as a house-husband if it makes economic sense for us. I just want to meet someone like me, someone I would feel able to trust: thoughtful, intelligent, gentle, caring, quiet, family-focused and with a sense of integrity both in terms of being honest and in terms of being true to herself and her unique character…
…Maybe if I show that last paragraph to the shadchanit she might know someone suitable?
On a different note, I spent much of the evening downloading photos from my sister’s wedding. I didn’t even take that many, and some came out blurred because of problems with my camera’s flash, or off-centre because I had to stay out of the way of the official photographer. Oh well. I don’t know if anyone’s interested in seeing them. I can’t put them up here because of my anonymity and because there are photos of young children that I wouldn’t put up without their parents’ permission, but if anyone I know in real life (or have known online for a long time) wants the Snapfish link, please email me. I didn’t take many photos (even fewer once I weeded out the really bad ones). Maybe I was too busy experiencing the event or maybe I just felt too nervous too much of the time. I’m not sure. Certainly I spent a lot of the evening elsewhere, during the dancing.
