Tesia my dear, good news and bad news. Good news, you’re hardly alone. Bad news, your 32 year old shows up twenty years later having changed not a whit. Not a single iota. Even at 75.
Having been single most of my adult life I’ve had plenty of time to peruse the offerings, both online and off.
The lack of emotional maturity, empathy, or engagement (and let’s be fair, women also suffer from the Mighty Three) is widespread. America is full of man-babies, many of them emboldened and validated by the Man Baby in Chief.
It has nothing to do with age. Nothing at all. I’ve met and dated men vastly younger and vastly older, and there is no common denominator.
There is, to a degree, the luck of the draw. By the same token, those we draw to us, if you will, have something critical to teach us about ourselves. They hold up a mirror. Once we can develop a finely-tuned sense of humor about the offerings out there, at some point as we develop, change and evolve, so do those we draw to us. Sometimes imperceptible. But we do shift and evolve.
Patience is fine thing. That’s all I can offer. That and a very good belly laugh once in a while.