Cupids Dating Blog

My mother on the other hand vacillates between accepting widowhood after 8 years and wanting to meet someone special again. She actually mentioned in one awkward conversation about missing male companionship. She made it sound as if she only missed sharing meals, walks and talks with a man, but there was an undercurrent of something less platonic lacking after so long solo.

In her particular age group, she finds that it's difficult to meet anyone. Meanwhile, it's very important a prospective mate takes his religious beliefs as seriously as she does hers. Although, she attends a church with over 500 people, most of the fellow members in her congregation that are close in age are already wed while the unmarried widowers are considerably too old for her tastes.

I've tried subtly to suggest one of the Christian dating sites, but she's apprehensive. One of my sister's friends met someone online who turned out to have a massive gun collection and a rather bad temper, so my mother is convinced that all online dating isn't safe. I've pointed out that meeting anyone in any manner, even at church, doesn't guarantee the quality of his character down the road when you know him better.

She agreed, but I suppose that since she probably never dated anyone before she met my father, it's not just a question of being out of practice. You might forget how to ride a bike, if you only rode one once. My dad was 19 when they got married and my mom was 3 years younger, so you do the math. She always told me that she thought it was too young to get married but it taught her that it takes much compromising in relationships for them to work.

Nevertheless, 50 years later, she is older and wiser, but less compromising after having been married to the same man for over 41 years. At any rate, she does not intend to settle for just anyone. Her attitude is that if divine romance is meant to be, God will make it happen. I'm just not convinced that God doesn't help more effectively those who help themselves. However, my current apathy towards being alone precludes casting the first stone from inside my glass house.