I remember I went to some event - a meeting with a renowned psychologist. I was the oldest man there. After being the oldest I felt in the concert, as well as in the training classes. In general, I was pretty well sad on the eve of my 30th birthday. I worked out for 3 days before and 2 weeks after. I sobbed as I believed I was finished. I used to not have kids, did not get married, did not construct my livelihood, but did not have time to get anything and my"girl's pension" is somewhere quite near. I was not celebrating my 30s - that I had been mourning my youth. All my friends were already married or with kids (or possibly both, thankfully). Each person was the first to ask,"When are you?" ,"Are not you phoning?" - and that banal thing about the clock which sort of ticks. And every other one of these said,"There is nothing to do there - like your freedom," with a bit of boasting like,"Look, I'm married and I sort of do not care, but you are still not." The situation seemed normal to me.

I can not say I was sceptical about internet dating. On the opposite. The world wide web is an excellent way to find a penpal from any country on the planet and it's great language practice. That's why I decided to try my luck on some dating website. I did not select long. I followed the very first link I found in my search engine: maturedatingsites . After a week of empty correspondence and a selection of disgusting photos I started to communicate with one person. Communication began instantly. Although I was a little embarrassed that we would have to meet in actuality, we all did find each other. He had been only a couple of years older than me, also worked all day and spent his evenings in the gym, so, strange as it might sound, it was only on a dating site which our paths can cross. In the long run, he had been the only man worth waiting for.