Women With Standards That Are Too High
I have standards because I have self-worth. Finally.
These days I am lacking a partner. For all realistic purposes, I am single.
While I would like to meet a special someone, I most definitely want them to be special. In other words, I am not looking to date just to date. I will not just date anyone.
On another platform, I wrote about how I want to meet a high-value man and I explained what that meant specifically to me. I am looking for a man who is culturally literate in a similar fashion as I am. I seek a man who is mature, financially stable, self-aware, and sincere. I look for someone who has a similar sensibility as I do.
While there are many very good men out there, they may not be good for me for one reason or another.
I have since incorporated these standards into my dating profiles.
I want what I want and I won't settle for less.
I am overall happy and content in my life. I am graced by the love of many and if I die partner-less tomorrow, I will die an overall satisfied woman.
It is important to note that just because a man is not the man for me, it certainly does not mean that I think less of them. It simply means that I think we are not compatible.
I have the right to assess the compatibility of a potential partner. I refuse to cede that right in desperate hope for a partner.
And yet, many men seem to take great offense to my standards. They are too high, they say. I will never find anyone, they insist. I have to give them a chance.
No, I really don't. I won't.
Once upon a time, I dated men simply because they wanted to date me. I liked them because they liked me. I wanted a boyfriend and if they were willing to take on that role, I was overjoyed to let them.
I was thrilled to know that someone wanted me. I adored them simply because they saw me as attractive and valuable. I didn't think I was worthy at all. I was never the girl with a flock of admirers. I was too willing - sadly too willing- to have whoever deigned to have me. In other words, I had very little self-worth.
I married one of those men. While he loved me in his way and I loved him in my way, it was a terribly lonely relationship.
We were incompatible. He wanted to sit around and watch TV. I wanted to go out do things. He didn’t like being outside. I love being outside. Our knowledge bases were worlds apart. He knew everything about comic books and I knew everything about Charles Dickens. There was very little overlap in our interests.
He was a nice guy, I thought. He was good enough. He loved me and he wanted to be with me so I went along for the ride.
He was incapable of giving me the companionship that I wanted. He didn't think he had to. He had a very different vision of what marriage should be. I am not going to say that his vision was wrong. It was just wrong for me. He thought that I should accept this vision. I loved him and so whatever he gave me was supposed to be good enough.
Clinging to him as the only person that I could have, I allowed him to carry out this vision where he placed primacy on so many other areas of his life over me, continually. No matter how much I tried to explain how unhappy I was, he never attempted to be my companion. He didn't have to because I stayed married to him. My happiness had little value to him.
As far as he was concerned, I had to be happy with what he gave me. I had to accept whatever he could give- even if I didn’t want to. I had to settle.
I settled for far too many years and I will not do that anymore.
These men that take offense to my desire for a man that is of high value of me want me to settle. They may not value me or my standards but I certainly do and I am not going to apologize for that.
Perhaps they are like so many others: desperate for a relationship and seeking a significant other for self- validation. I understand it because I have felt that way as well.
Our society sells us repeated messages that we are not successful if we don’t have a significant other. It tells us we are not complete without our “better half.”
I am not half a person. I am a whole person. I am whole all on my own. I may want a romantic partner but I don’t need one. No one does.
And those high-value men? They exist. I know for a fact that they absolutely do.






