wasting time

I'm not old enough to be an old maid, yet I'm not young enough to be a spring chicken (these few grey hairs will give me away). AT 31 years old, however, dating is not easy. Most of my gal friends are married with kids. And most of the guys out there my age that are available...well, you know what they say.



Once upon a time, I had a guy who was completely devoted to me - for life (he even knew my ring size). He thought toward the future, and what he needed to do with his life and his career so that he could take care of me, and our possible future children, and a house. He started planning, slowly.....At the time, I found the idea completely unappealing. Perhaps because it didn't feel right.



So, what am I looking for now? Can I be as picky as I am? I feel like I am READY to be with that guy who would want to take care of me. Not that the clock is ticking though. I'm in NO rush for children, though I do want them eventually. Before my eggs run out - heh.



It's got be on MY terms though. I stay here. I won't move to follow a man who can't settle down. I live in this house. The guy has to like this house too, this place. And since I can barely take care of myself, the guy has to able to prove that he can take care of HIMself. Because eventually, well, he may have to take care of me.



So what does that mean? Am I wasting my time?



Every morning that I make my coffee, for one....I wonder...about making coffee for two again..