January 6, 2018
Life as a 31-year-old single female is actually not so glamorous. The media–music, television, and movies would make most people believe we are Carrie Bradshaws. However, most of my friends and I in this situation are depressed and anxious. Have we missed the boat of true love and marriage?
Looking back on it now. a lot of my seeking days were really me just wanting to find a home and love with a masculine man. Everyone kept telling me to advance my career and be independent, but I was never truly happy in my soul. I knew something was missing. That this way of life was a lie to my feminine heart.
My years spent in San Francisco consisted of me delving into every spiritual practice I could in order to “find myself”. What I really needed was to find was a good mentor to ground me and teach me to hold standards for the men coming in and out of my life.
I didn’t have much luck dating in the Bay Area because most of the men were very feminized and or they were homosexual. I never met a man that seemed masculine and like a good leader.
I eventually fled that city after I sat in Dolores Park one day after work and realized as a heterosexual single woman, I would be single forever if I stayed there. Back to the east coast, I went.
Ahhh New York City. Manhattan. The playground of the arts, food, music, architecture. Yet, it is also the center for selfishness, materialism, greed, and narcissism. I went there because where else does a single 26-year-old woman go to forge her career?
The day I signed my lease, my body was trembling because I knew I didn’t want to call this place home. It isn’t exactly the cabin in the woods with a masculine man I always envisioned for myself.
Here I was in the middle of a soulless city attempting again to make a life on my own. Subways. Dirty streets. Full of liberal hipsters. SJW. None of this gave my feminine soul any sort of reprise.
I began dating in Manhattan and most of the men were utterly disappointing. Overworked–check. Narcissist-check. Expected sex on the first date-check.
Most of the men I met were more into themselves, would ask how much money I made, or just expected sex right away. I was burned out, so I decided to give up on dating. A few months later after my lease ended I moved out of the city. I realized most of the major cities in America were infiltrated with people who would not be suitable as a marriage partner.
Yet, most men have been taught to want women who are attention whores, Instagram obsessed, and would not be good wives or mothers.
What is a woman to do in modern day America to find a good man to build the life that God intended?