Ah, After I published my post on marriage, I realised, I don't even have a stable date. I don't actually have rights to talk about marriage.
My date is a really hot Ukrainian guy working as a seaman.
I don't even know whether he would be able to come back from sea to my country.
I have half made up my mind to find him in Ukraine, if he welcomes me, if he can't come back.
FML.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Marriage post no. 1
Is it a good sign?
He didn't seem to falter at the mention of marriage.
Hmm..maybe not, the other jerk who left me didn't falter too. When did I have enough sample size to do this statistical analysis? And this self conversation could go on forever, like love me, love me not petals.
When did this become such a big issue to me?
I named this post "Marriage post no.1", expecting that I would be talking A LOT about it in my blog. Come on, you are reading a blog written by a woman after her thirties and not married. Marriage occupies as much as my brain does when guys think about sex, I think.
Fuck the social pressure, but what happens to my womb? it is withering as I spend my time writing this post rather than do something productive with it. I cant have kids with my pretty features when I get old!
Are you sure you want kids? Those loud, little drunk humans who only cares about their own well being? Nobody could give me very logical answer to why I would need to produce and raise one of those, all they said was it would be a life changing experience. Something you would only appreciate after you have been through it.
So there, I have my reason. A hearsay.
I want to get married to have kids.
He didn't seem to falter at the mention of marriage.
Hmm..maybe not, the other jerk who left me didn't falter too. When did I have enough sample size to do this statistical analysis? And this self conversation could go on forever, like love me, love me not petals.
When did this become such a big issue to me?
I named this post "Marriage post no.1", expecting that I would be talking A LOT about it in my blog. Come on, you are reading a blog written by a woman after her thirties and not married. Marriage occupies as much as my brain does when guys think about sex, I think.
Fuck the social pressure, but what happens to my womb? it is withering as I spend my time writing this post rather than do something productive with it. I cant have kids with my pretty features when I get old!
Are you sure you want kids? Those loud, little drunk humans who only cares about their own well being? Nobody could give me very logical answer to why I would need to produce and raise one of those, all they said was it would be a life changing experience. Something you would only appreciate after you have been through it.
So there, I have my reason. A hearsay.
I want to get married to have kids.
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