Invited a man to my home for a romantic dinner: exactly at 8 pm there was a knock on the door, I opened the door and froze from what I saw 😱 😱
My friends said that I was crazy when I started paying attention to men again. I am 54 years old, my husband left me. I just wanted to feel loved and desired again.
That’s when a new man appeared in my life. We were neighbors, sometimes we ran into each other in the park. We often talked and gradually became closer.
Invited a man to my home for a romantic dinner: exactly at 8 pm there was a knock on the door, I opened the door and froze from what I saw
And then one day he invited me on a date. I decided to spend it at my home. And I did everything beautifully and romantically: candles, dinner, music and the two of us.
Exactly at 8 o’clock there was a knock on the door. I went to open the door… and froze from what I saw. 😱 😱I definitely didn’t expect this. Continued 👇👇
My new man was standing on the threshold – without flowers, without a gift, without even the slightest hint of attention.
– Are you serious? – I asked, not believing my eyes.
I invited a man to my home for a romantic dinner: exactly at 8 o’clock in the evening there was a knock on the door, I opened the door and froze from what I saw
– What? – he was surprised.
– Where are the flowers, where is the attention?
He grinned:
– What flowers? I’m not a boy to give “flowers”.
I sighed and suddenly realized:
I invited a man to my home for a romantic dinner: exactly at 8 o’clock in the evening there was a knock on the door, I opened the door and froze from what I saw
– And I’m not a girl to choose men like you. At my age, I don’t need a man who doesn’t understand the value of a woman even in the smallest details. And I tried, I did everything romantically. Better leave… and forget about me.
The door closed, the candles continued to burn, and the dinner remained untouched.
The next day, I told my friends everything. Some said that I did the right thing, that I deserved more and shouldn’t settle for crumbs. Others assured me: I missed my last chance, that at my age I need to grab onto at least someone.
And I sit and think: is it worth it at all to be afraid of being alone, if the alternative is to betray myself?
