Why is it that when a woman is single after her mid 25th, she is always perceived as being choosy or fussy or picky about her choice of men?

Why is it ALWAYS the women who is at fault?

Like, HELLO!? The one approaching is always (most times anyways) the MEN. Women don’t do the 1st move unless she’s absolutely drop dead gorgeous ( or thinks she is), or, in most circumstances, drunk!

I swear I am getting sick & tired of hearing the same question time & time again this year from the old aunts & grand aunts, “Where’s your Mat? He never come?” (yea, they are still stuck in the era of calling BFs mats or ‘boy’…gawd.)
or,
Why are you still single? Maybe you are picky ehhhhh..???? (like WTF!?)

Eh, makcik, If I am picky I would zoom in on the likes of Taufik Batisahs & above only. Or better still, nothing but a crown prince of an oil rich country would satisfy me.

Yes, I am THAT picky if I am one.

Can’t blame me, I am a Leo. It’s in the blood.

But, as much as having Taufik Batisah as my true love, aka Soulmate, aka boyfriend, aka husband, would be like the most blessedly WOW thing I can ever ever ask for, I am NOT picky or fussy about my choice of suitors.

How the hell can I be picky of I don’t have anything to pick from in the 1st place?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Gawd, SERIOUSLY!

If the men of this generation is being so picky & fussy with their choices even though THEY themselves are not the perfect catch, then why the hell is it always the womenfolks who gets the blame?!??

No matter how many books or articles I have read, I still can’t get an answer to this question.
Why must it always be the women who are blamed or pointed as being choosy & fussy with their choices when most of us don;t have choices in the 1st place?

I am not ashamed to admit that I am not dating & have not been in the dating scene ever. Not that I shun myself from it. If the perfect oppurtunity knocks on my door I won’t decline.
But I am not about to go on some speed dating thingey or hook myself up on some dating agency service.
I am not saying I am above such things, but I know that it is not how I would meet someone of a like mind.

I am quite put off by men who are too “friendly”.
At the end of the day I am still a girl. I am still bound to the same traditions & religious rulings just like the others. Just coz’ they go across the boundaries doesn’t mean I have to follow them & jump off the cliff just so I can hook a date with some random dude.

Maybe I am choosy. If picking guys based on how they act, their manly demeanour or how they upkeep their dignity makes me choosy then fine, I AM CHOOSY.

If looking for guys who are educated & have a witty sense of humour but does not go above the boundary lines of societal decorum makes me fussy, then yes, I AM FUSSY.

At the end of the day, I know what I am looking for.

The man I am looking for need not be a looker, he just needs to be the one that I look forward to seeing every morning when I wake up & the last thing I see when I get to bed at night.

The man that I am looking for does not need to be rich. He just needs to be an intelligent man with a good education so that he would be able to provide for the family & upgrade himself when the oppurtunity arises.

The man that I am looking for, has a witty sense of humour with some dry wit at the side so that my life would never be dull. BUT, he is not the usual insensitive mats that many women are tied down to nowadays who doesn’t take into account the feelings of his wife or the next person when they joke. I want a husband, not an egoistical S.O.B.

I want a man that knows & is learned in his religious duties & responsibilities so that he can lead me to be a better person & thus a good wife. He can even be a fierce gangster for all I care, but if is able to provide for the family, doesn’t EVER hit me & does his religious duties, then he’s more of an angel than any of those white skull capped young men I see.

Lastly, the Man that I am to marry must understand the sanctity of a marriage & never taint it. EVER.
I do not want my past to be repeated in my future. My past keeps me afraid of the future sometimes.

Do you know where such a man might be for me?

If you don’t then, SHUT THE HELL UP & STOP ASKING ME OR POINTING FINGERS @ ME.

if you’re not part of the solution, then you’re part of the problem.