I'm with you, ElleBlue, and I suppose that makes me as depressing and jaded as you are, according to thebin . . .
But I'd take a job over a man any day, and have. And haven't regretted it one second since I did it.
Love's nice and pretty and all, but it doesn't keep you warm, fed, and sheltered. I might find a great guy, and I might love him, but he's only as great as the cardboard box in which we live.
Jobs pay your bills, keep a roof over your head, and feed and clothe you. Men don't.
Well, that's not true. Some of them do, and more power to them. But expecting them to, or going without or exchanging comfort (not luxury--big difference) for love is a dangerous prospect.
I've never had a man who takes care of me, and I never will. And that's not sour grapes: Oh, poor me, no one's ever paid my bills or supported me, wah. That's a statement of fact: I've never been dependent on a man for my livelihood, or for anything else. And I never will be. I'm not a workaholic, far from it; I'm simply someone who can and will fend for myself. I need a career. I don't need a man.
(And no: I don't hate men. And yes: I have a fiance, whom I love very much. But the day that I find myself giving up my career in the hopes that our wuv will keep us warm is the day I check myself into the mental hospital.)
11 years ago, I was dating a guy. We'd been together for 2.5 years, and I thought that we were going to get engaged. I was also in the midst of applying for graduate school; I couldn't go to our school for my intended program, because it didn't exist, so I applied to other schools. He had no intention of leaving the city in which we were living. I sat him down and had "the talk" with him: where are we going? What are we doing? I asked him, point-blank, "Are we EVER going to get engaged?" He said yes, of course. I asked when. He said after I got my doctorate.
At that point, we would have been dating for 8 years.
I got the hint.
I loved him. He was a great guy. But there was no point in my staying in that town just to be with him because we were in love. And he had no intention of leaving to be with me, wherever I went. I needed to go on and do my own thing and stop sitting around thinking we were going anywhere, because we weren't.
Should I have stayed so that we could be together and in love? No. I have never once regretted my decision. Ever.
He ended up marrying someone I knew. They stayed in that town, she finished her Master's degree there. She wanted to move to her home state, as she had lived in his town with him for 8 years. She got into a fantastic doctoral program in her home state, a huge advantage for her, a definite plus for her career. He refused to leave. She gave up the program and stayed with him. They had two kids, she's staying home to raise them, they're scraping by on his salary as a high-school teacher.
Love won, career lost. There are those who would think that's sweet and beautiful. But I think her decision is . . . well, sad. She could have been Dr. Susie Smith. Instead, she's Mrs. John Jones.
But then again, I'm jaded too.