T-pisode 358: Nobody’s Perfect

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T-pisode #358
I’m not saying this flower pic is perfect… I AM saying it’s pretty damn close though. LOLz.

 

I’m going to try a new, streamlined T-pisode approach for the next few weeks. Let’s see how this goes.

 

The older you get the shorter your “Perfect Person” list becomes and the longer your “Things I’m Willing To Compromise On” list becomes. The perfect person is a myth. A mirage. A damn ghost. They don’t exist. So you try to find and date people who meet you in the middle once you get past that 25 year-old cutoff. And when you date these people later in life that means you’re not only dating them but you’re both dating each other’s careers, families, divorces, commutes, histories… That’s the compromise that comes with aged dating. You have to date everything that comes with them. Ever date a divorcee? A single parent? Ever have to reschedule a date because their sitter backed out last-minute and it’s too soon to go over their house in the dating process to meet their kids? I have. Several times. I’m no longer looking for anyone perfect. I stopped doing that a long time ago. I am SO far from perfect myself so I lean more on the compromise now. The only thing I won’t compromise on is a good heart. Age, career, single mom, divorced, tall, short, blonde, brunette, not a Patriots fan…none of that matters to me. I just want a good heart not a perfect heart and someone to meet in the middle.

What are your thoughts on aged dating and ending the “perfect person” chase as a compromise?

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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