To the lovely ladies out there;
I've been in 3 serious long term relationships, and been engaged 2 times, but have never married. I'm 38.
I reckon I'm OK looking, keep in shape, good cook, tidy, and can tell a joke or a good story. I buy my current gf flowers every week, and try to appreciate when she's tired and wants to be pampered. I'm generous with gifts and paying at restaurants and get on well with her friends and family. This has always been the case with every relationship, and I'm also careful not to be a doormat either.
When I get into a relationship, the same old things happen, even when I've pre-empted issues by asking directly "how do you feel about...?":
- me being a smoker
- that I don't care about big houses or flash cars, or designer labels. I don't watch TV, and couldn't give a hoot about soaps, X Factor or Strictly - I read the papers instead, as I hate adverts
- that I'm a painter, writer and musician, and those thing will always have to exist in my life, ie, I must have time to do them (I don't watch sport, btw)
- I may not want children of my own, probably not actually, but get on with and look after other peoples' kids fine
In short, I'm a renaissance man, according to other people, and this is mistaken for not taking life seriously. I can make good money working in IT, so I have good future prospects, if I decide to stick with it (IT).
But every time I've been with someone a while, I find myself being steered towards giving up the artistic things and working more to make more money, so there's no time to do anything creative anymore. What happens next is I'm just working, doing chores, and aging. And the whole thing then breaks down due to "different life goals", ie, I'm not prepared to sell my soul for something I don't care about. Also, despite saying it's OK to smoke at the start, it always comes back at me. One ex made me a graph with a projected giving up schedule, and it worked, until she was then progressing to taking me to shops and picking out business suits for me, and looking at mortgages, ie, commitment of course, which is fine (I'm very loyal and hard working), but it was to be at the expense of losing my self.
If you're trapped in a life or job you hate, then the material things start to own you, not the other way around. A strange thing happened to me once, when I was about 14 - a woman at my house, friend of my mother, looked deep into my eyes and said, "you'll never marry".
So, my honest simple question is this: is it a case of "find your perfect man then change him"? I can only offer a male perspective on this.
Thanks,
Scarlet