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This piece was written as part of the Writing Prompts Competition, which you can find details can be found here:
 http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/


I look at the text it says 'I'm sorry I am not ready for a committed relationship'. I can't believe it, no phone call, no discussion one to one, Beth has just ended our sixth month relationship with a text. Is it really like this in today's world?

    I had only gone back to dating after my failed marriage, well 'failed' I say as it was what my mother called it 'failed'. Kirsty left me after two years of our marriage, we just drifted apart and we had both got married really young. But for my mother it was always going to fail and she loved to rub the salt into the wound. I really was doubtful about going into the world of dating, it was all websites, profiles and contacting over messages no one to one to talk anymore. I am an old fashioned guy I just met Kirsty at College and just talked to her, but now it seemed to be technology talking not people.

     I had put my profile up on 'Plenty of Fish' and looked around, it shocked me the way that I was rejected over my photo. My manhood did feel rather rejected at the fact that women say no straight away. In addition how people often meet several people at one time and don't commit. It may seem strange coming from a man but I am a one women man. 
     However I met Beth after a few months into the site. She contacted me out of the blue and worked in Finance the same away I did. She was pretty, slim and brunette, and I have a soft spot for them so I contacted her back. It was messages back and forth and we chatted and met up at a local pub in the area. I was surprised how quickly we hit it off and I didn't think I would meet someone so quickly after Kirsty. We met up on several occasions and I felt happy. Women assume its a man who doesn't want a relationship but I do, I love the stability and having someone there by you and for me and Kirsty it was like that from the age of 18. So when I met Beth I was pleased to have a stable relationship. 

   I told my mother that I had met another woman, she was shocked but again made negative comments like she always did and told me not to rush into things. I didn't want to rush into anything but I did want to get married again after Kirsty. I felt ready and meeting Beth made me feel confident about myself and about the prospect of getting married again. She was fun and as I had heard that Kirsty had found another man I felt that it was positive that I was also moving on with my own life.

'Do you like children?' 
'chil...dren?....'
'Yes Children'.

   I had always wanted children but Kirsty didn't and I suppose that was the main reason we didn't see eye to eye and had huge arguments. But with Beth I felt ready to have the deep discussions with her about the future.

   But looking at this text, 'I'm sorry I am not ready for a committed relationship'. Where did it go wrong? What did I do? The world is empty around me. I stand alone in the corner staring at the text unsure where to go from here, how to start again on the dating wheel, am I too old fashioned and don't fit into this dating world and whether I will meet someone again. 

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