I am a woman born 1949 and my quest is to find a mindmate
to grow old together as a mutually devoted couple
in a relationship based upon the
egalitarian rational commitment paradigm
bonded by intrinsic commitment
as each other's safe haven and secure basis.

The purpose of this blog is to enable the right man
to recognize us as reciprocal mindmates and
to encourage him to contact me:

The entries directly concerning,
who could be my mindmate,
are mainly at the beginning.
If this is your predominant interest,
I suggest to read this blog in the same order
as it was written, following the numbers.

I am German, therefore my English is sometimes faulty.

Maybe you have stumbled upon this blog not as a potential match.
Please wait a short moment before zapping.

Do you know anybody, who could be my mindmate?
Your neighbour, brother, uncle, cousin, colleague, friend?
If so, please tell him to look at this blog.
While you have no reason to do this for me,
a stranger, maybe you can make someone happy, for whom you care.

Do you have your own webpage or blog,
which someone like my mindmate to be found probably reads?
If so, please mention my quest and add a link to this blog.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

184. A Sad True Story

184.   A Sad True Story

Some while ago, I was corresponding with someone in England.  After a few weeks of being interested, I had not yet discovered a dealbreaker according to my criteria.    But he had the dangerous hobby of riding a motorcycle and one day he told me that he was off to see a friend.   
Then all of a sudden, I heard nothing from him for over a week and started to get worried, that he could have had an accident.   Knowing his real name and his location, I found his telephone number.  
The phone was answered by his wife, a very unhappy woman, who had a full time job earning the living for the entire family including two sons, while he was unemployed and not only enjoyed his life on her expenses but also played games with other women.  

Sometimes I am getting disheartened and paranoid, that there are only jerks everywhere.   Then I remind myself that there have been exceptions like André Gorz, and I continue my quest for a decent, hypoanimalistic and mature mindmate.