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Met my other half in Kathmandu age 32, love at first sight really.
Only problem was she was married, but them i'm a bit of a bounder, alls fair in love and war.
Is she a sherpani?
You are Mad Carew and I claim my five [s]pounds.[/s] rupees.
I didn't know it at the time, but the best thing I did for my love life was go see Jedi at uk bike skills....
To elaborate, he adds customers on as a friend on FB after the event to share your ride photos and videos etc. I was perusing tinder one day and got a match with a young lady, we went on a few dates, one thing led to a lot of other things and we've been together just short of a year. How this relates to Jedi is that she had also been on a skills day, so we had a mutual friend, (tinder takes a bit of info from your FB account, if you let it) meaning she thought that if Jedi was mates with me, I can't be all bad, so she swiped right.
So err, go on a skills day?
I'd happily live as a batchelor surrounded by gadgets and bikes, hoping to lazily establish a friend with benefits.
You've described my life there. I thought I'd got the FWB sorted but she thought we were more than that and it got a bit messy so it's bikes only for a while until that all blows over.
[i]I'd happily live as a batchelor surrounded by gadgets and bikes, hoping to lazily establish a friend with benefits.[/i]
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I'm way out of dating practice but I was sent this the other day by way of warning of the dangers of dating.
Who thinks Chad is a hero?
I don't think I wanna know what type of gadgets.
To the OP, you just have to go MTBing these days to meet women, there's loads of them at it.
To the OP, you just have to go MTBing these days to meet women, there's loads of them at it.
Whatever you do, don't tell the the Internet you're doing it, you disgusting sexist, chauvinistic mysoginist.
They'll. Go. Mental.
recently did the on line thing, and signed up to Guardian Soulmates and Match...
so, Match.com...spent an evening writing messages and notes and firing them off...no replies, not a jot! 😆 I think my error was to have my search to narrow, so I re-did it this time, looking at women who didn't necessarily breathe air, or have any pulse...so creatures of the un-dead basically, and repeated the process, got some replies this time, One was a picture...was has been seen cannot be unseen...it was tricky to work out where the sofa ended and the "woman" (and I'm using the term loosely) began, and the other was a green ink (literally) email telling me that "All Men Are Bastards"...I think she may have been stood up, made to pay for her own tea? who knows?
Guardian Soulmates - at least they could string a sentence together! and unbelievably, met a Canadian! from Vancouver! lucky lucky
It does happen, but only if you want it to, and take action about it!
She was in one of the pubs I used to go in after work, just happened to sit next to her.
Together for 12 years, married for 2 (no point in rushing into these things).
So, go to your favourite pub, get absolutely trollied and try your luck.
Worked for me.
🙂
My old life ran from 18 to 38, since then I've dabbled like a kid left in a sweet shop trying all the flavours.but then got bored and took things a bit more seriously, met my current GF at age 40 & have never been happier. Infact i didn't know what happy was until i met her, as gushy as that sounds.
Yes, there is hope. Just don't take it too seriously, join night school or groups to find like minded people and let things happen naturally. It'll never happen if you sit at home feeling sorry for yourself
Best of luck
Cheers all, I'm forty in march, so with no kids it feels like life has slipped through my fingers a little bit. Not helped by half my friends on Facebook posting how great it feels to be surrounded by their significant others and not being out and about. All I wanted was to be spending Nye in with the ex and her little boy, not out in the pub to stop me going crazy at home.
First met my wonderful wife as colleagues/friends when 45 stayed in touch as she was in NY and me in Singapore, arranged to meet again in 2012 and started dating. Married in 2015 (52yo) and have never ever been happier (married before and 3 great kids).
EDIT: there are lots of single people of all ages, some never married or with long term partners others who have moved on from earlier relationships. Good mate moved in with a girl for the first time ever at 52, he's getting married this year. She's a little younger but similar story, never lived with anyone before.
40 is fine, you're able to meet someone from 30-45 ?
I met mr pea when I was 41
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concur with a lot said here.
Being a normal bloke gets you a very long way. I was on plenty of fish and didn't really initiate any chats and was able to be pretty choosy. But it's same other way, finding a reasonably sane woman who hasn't been totally destroyed by a soulless marriage/**** is a task post-40.
But at 44 I've discovered absolute happiness I never knew existed with the most humble, kind, caring, intelligent, talented, considerate, person I've ever met. It's like we share the same mind, I'm blown away by it.
I also think 'most' people settle. I did, I thought 'is this it?' a life of drudgery in a joyless marriage because that's the life as decreed and designed by the society I was born into. Turns out I was very wrong.
But I know many others in that situation.
I found it, but it was one of them pretentious wooden twaddly things, so I re-arranged it to say 'VOLE' instead.
Wouldn't VELO be more appropriate?
Ok I've just gone through this. I'm 45.
Met on POF after 1 or 2 dates with other people, previous relation ship was 19 years.
She is 44, 2 kids one 21 and one 3 and the last 2 months has been ****ing brilliant, she is very chilled we love the same music, camping, outdoors stuff, I always wanted to be a dad now I've the cutest 3 year old to spoil rotten, get on well with the 21 year old also, although she has her own life bf etc.. not at home at weekends.
I swear I cannot remember the last time I was so happy.
And we just get on! we both put cards on the table from word go so we both knew what each other wanted and its working very well indeed!
I think at this age no one wants the bullshit so if you both honest and up front things go very well.
One of my wife's school friends is getting married this year. She's 46. He's 28 years older. Met through a mutual interest in music a couple of years ago, moved in together last year. First cohabiting relationship for both of them.
They are a lovely couple, well suited to each other. Though the devil in me would like to ask her what first attracted her to the millionaire philanthropist a la Mrs Merton.
Are there oldies on tinder? I'd always assumed it was for young-uns.
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married early 30's divorced late 30's.
Met my good lady (basically on here) and frankly life is now how it should be.
We now live in the peak district, ride bikes and laugh...
I'm far far better off than i was..!
I'm with Houns. (well, figuratively anyway)
That's 2 rohypoccinos to go? 😉
I've been here too long.
I bought Mrs Ulysse on a trip to Bangkok
44 here and given up
Mister P - MemberYou've described my life there. I thought I'd got the FWB sorted but she thought we were more than that and it got a bit messy so it's bikes only for a while until that all blows over.
At least you found your way to the correct decision. 😉
A friend of mine has met some lovely blokes on grindr.
My mother's story.
She was born in Jamaica during the ‘good times’ prior to WW2. She had an incredibly privileged upbringing and met my father in her late teens/ very early twenties whilst she was moving in the very privileged circle; she talked of the Kennedys and others whom I only knew by Christian names but now, years later I understand that they really were movers and shakers. Politicians, filmstars, sportsmen (my ‘god brother’ is on telly even as we speak, he broke a special record in Oxford at the Iffley Rd track in 1953). One day, possibly whilst swimming in Kingston Harbour she met a nice young man. She an Establishment landowner's daughter, he a doctor's son. Time passed and eventually, lo and behold I was born in Jamaica. Three years later in the UK, my brother arrived too. Everything seemed well and good.
My father had returned to the UK with his job and eventually the rest of the family followed. But then he met somebody else. Understandably my mother was devastated. She went around to visit 'the other woman' but she was not home. However her husband was, so they talked.
As months went by my mother and he realised that they were more than fond of each other and they eventually married. They were totally and wholly besotted with each other. She was a divorcee, one who on paper at least was the wrong doer (having been persuaded that it would be best to admit some non-existent fault), whilst he was a very talented industrial chemist.
And what a guy he was. Immensely intelligent, massively knowledgeable and just so understanding. So obviously I rebelled against him and resented him because he wasn't my real dad, even though my father did very little for me at all. I was horrid towards him.
He and my mother had a daughter, my sister. And then our fantastically, wonderful life fell to pieces when he developed a brain tumour. He lost his job (does anyone here remember the horrors at 'Summerland' on the Isle of Man? After the disaster he became MD at the plastics company that was involved). My mother nursed him to the end. It wasn't at all nice and to this day I love, respect and admire the way she managed to deal with a dying husband, three horrible children and run a village shop and Post Office, all at the same time. She did all of them pretty blummin well too.
Sometime after his death, once I had grown up a bit and started to realise just what he had done for me (loved, raised and educated me for a start) my mother decided to commission a commemorative prize in his name, to be given to the best younger science pupil in the school that I work in.
When she died her three children scattered her ashes with his in Little Marlow churchyard. And then we had a drink to them.
Sonia and Martin Dawson loved each other so much. Nowadays I recognise just how deep this love was. I'm a lucky bloke.
really the hardest part is finding other single people, it’s a rare thing in your 30’s and 40’s.
Even rarer after you hit 60. I'm past caring now, I've been on my own for far too long really.
I was 40 when I met my Missus
She's was 30 at the time and is Norwegian and we met in a bar in Zurich (where I was living at the time and she was visiting for a weekend break)
She checked my teeth, kicked my legs and made sure everything seemed to be working and that was that. 12 months later I had moved to Norway. That was 10 yr ago and am still here
Even rarer after you hit 60. I'm past caring now, I've been on my own for far too long really.
The same thing happened to my dad...
He and my mum got divorced when I was 18 (so about 24 years ago) and, apart from a couple of GFs early on, he spent most of the time on his own working. I think he just enjoyed being on his own towards the end and, in some ways, didn't really want to put another woman through having to share his life when his back got fused and he developed cancer.
I'm not sure how much he wanted to be on his own, but he seemed comfortable with his choice.
Are there oldies on tinder? I'd always assumed it was for young-uns.
My mate aged 53 split up with his misses last year & met his current beau on there.
Age 55 I might get 'tinder curious myself' 😆
muppetWrangler -
Are there oldies on tinder? I'd always assumed it was for young-uns.
There are a fair few using it as a 'normal' dating app.
Can't see me living with anybody else again. Seems to be the best way to get to despise someone, or just get bored with them. Financially it makes sense, of course, but for sanity's sake I'll probably live alone until I'm a gonner.
Cheers guys feeling a bit more positive about the life universe and everything...
45 with 4 kids aged between 7 & 18 split with Mrs 20 months ago and was happy enough single and living on my own for first time ever apart from when kids are staying and doing what I wanted when I wanted etc etc. Had some good friends of opposite sex to take out for a meal , cinema etc but just a friends none of that funny business.
Anyway 28/12 get a friend request from a friend of a friend and we got chatting , she's single, 37 and bloomin gorgeous. I ask her out for a drink and we went out last Friday seen her once since and popping round tonight for a coffee as I've got kids later, early days yet but looks like it's me off the shelf as they say, totally unexpected and happy as owt now !!
New job starting next month as well , 7 has always been my lucky number!!
Hello in a Terry Thomas style.
Glad to hear that still works... 😉
Do you need the matching moustache??
Haha no she has no idea who Terry Thomas is.
Having had a few relationships and a great many more 'casual' liaisons I found myself alone and 34. I'd enjoyed myself but had no real desire to keep going out 'on the pull'. I'd always dismissed blind dates but then my friend suggested one and for some reason I agreed.
From the first moment I met Beth, when she disappeared in to the hedge looking for her cat, I knew she was the one. We had a great first date, which turned in to many more and now we're married, have two children, a dog, a cat and a very happy life not more than 5 years later.
It'll come mate, just don't look too hard. Saying that, my 5 week old has cried all night, i'm tired and grumpy. Stay single!!!!!
Incredible story Ambrose, hope your well, and still exploring the weathered tracks of Mid-Wales 🙂
36 and still looking BTW!
[quote=globalti ]The greatest irony of all is that, as most married people will agree, once you're married and have a bit of maturity and self-confidence you are quite happy to waltz up to just about anybody and start chatting. If the worst happened to Mrs Gti I don't think I'd have any trouble in finding somebody else once I was ready for it.
Fine if you're happily married and the only reason you might be looking again is the death of your partner, not necessarily so for the many of us on this thread who end up back in the market due to the death of the previous relationship. Or maybe it's just me not having a huge amount of self confidence where I am right now (and following the conversation I've just had, it appears there is no other realistic prospect for romance in my life). 46 and 2 kids who haven't a clue there is anything wrong.
There is however the danger of ending up with some nutter, as a cycling pal of mine discovered when he started dating a woman he met through Fitness Singles.
Are you a friend of my other half?
I had a long relationship till early 30s that I left because I was unhappy . I had come to yes with batchor life nice ish flat mountain bikes decent stereo and was resigned to it . By chance I got a late evening call to invite me to a sort of mates party in a pub . I sat down next to one of his friends introduced myself as a client of his ( he's a criminal lawyer ) we chatted and joked went on to a house party then hers . we have been together over 10 years and I love her and our boy to bits.
Love sometimes finds you when you ain't even looking.