Well, 40 is younger than me but old enough for a man to start to take life a little more seriously, like their health and future. I mentioned the colonoscopy and prostate screening because people of this age can start to have some legitimate concerns, rather than listening about foot tape and shag carpet herbs for no reason, or seemingly endless Disney running stats going back to 2013. I don't think it's the age that will bother catering to nonsense like buying coloring books for their wives on vacation, or having to sit through TWO! hours of Frozen without kids on a Saturday date night in order to get some action.

I don't have a formal diagnosis of anxiety but the thought of being alone, as a woman, in the middle of nowhere, at night, exposed to whatever nefarious forces may be out there, surrounded by all access glass windows for anyone to see me there alone as a sitting duck. Nah bro. My heart rate is rising with just that thought. We live off the beaten path, and nighttime while my hubs is away has me uneasy. I'm not saying bad things don't happen in populated places or manned luxury hotels, but I just don't feel like an anxious person would find that kind of setting to be at all relaxing. I wouldn't.

But this woman who claims to have anxiety is loving life? Mmmkay.

ETA I forgot our Gene doesn't worry because she would just remove herself from a dangerous situation.

I think that single men around 40 are probably divorced, maybe looking for a supportive life partner. Maybe they have had a bad breakup, their kids are a little older. At this age they're probably thinking or planning for retirement, scheduling colonoscopies or prostate screenings. At this age, they are not looking for a woman that demands to be carried days after back surgery.

Not that this is old by any means, but just a different time of life. They are probably looking for enjoyable company, with some shared interests and an interest in sharing different interests. I'm thinking of a dad type who loves kids, maybe would volunteer as a t-ball coach but then isn't allowed to watch the football in that house. Maybe he's the type to read stories to the kids at bedtime and he better hurry because there's a 40 year old in bed with the covers pulled up to the neck expecting to be read to. Maybe he has had a long day at work and is looking forward to a couple of burgers and a beer, but he forgot to get the vegan cheese instead of regular cheese, and now he's not allowed to eat it because somebody watched a video about dairy cows, and it's time to reclaim being vegan, and he will get no sex for at least another couple of months. I just don't see any man putting up with this, maybe an insecure 20 year old in his first relationship, but beyond that I don't think there's anyone who would tolerate it. How many are going to provide a seemingly endless stream of stuffed animals and jewelry, cheery grocery store flowers and God Forbid or How Dare They put a Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwich in the freezer.

I can’t imagine what CC will say , years later , finding all her stupid scrapbooks of stuff she did alone
Will she laugh? Feel embarrassed? Wonder what the heck was wrong with her mom?
Or just toss out without a glance

It's true!

Jen: if pink accents is your “summer day-cor” why bother with blue at all? Why not go straight to the pink since you left Christmas red out until the end of April?

Unless Tens’ back tattoo has her Ex’s name, why cover it? They aren’t taboo anymore.

this is so frightening. embracing her inner Glennon Doyle was the biggest mistake ever

She knew she didn't want kids and knew (according to her) for years before she had them that she was going to leave Don. She had kids solely as a cash grab. There's no other way to look at it, based on what she's said herself.

My fanfic is her sneaking into Don’s room telling him she was ready to forgive him for leaving, waiting for him to fall at her feet.

Instead he told her about Tensleigh and told her to make sure the loftice was empty by the end of the trip…

So she flew home in a huff. And Don tossed all her Utah crap in a dumpster.

NYC, since she mentioned it in recent stories. Maybe she's going to her good friend Laken's dance recital that this weekend.