Dating Over 40: The Holidays, Ticking Clocks, and the Glorious Freedom of “No” 🎄
Dating over 40 is like showing up to a potluck where everyone’s brought leftovers. The holidays take that awkward feast and add twinkling lights, emotional manipulation, and a side of passive-aggressive questions from relatives. It’s not just a minefield—it’s a circus, and everyone’s juggling biological clocks.
I recently found myself at The Daily, Charlotte’s cozy Fourth Ward hotspot. Across from me sat “Hopeful,” a polished professional with ambitions so sharp you could cut your hand on them. She wasn’t here for small talk—she was on a mission.
“I’ve always wanted kids,” she said, with the intensity of someone presenting a Shark Tank pitch.
Before I could so much as blink, she launched into a comprehensive rundown of fertility clinics, egg freezing, and hormone shots. I wasn’t on a date; I was attending a one-woman panel on the miracles of modern science.
Then came the question: “Do you like kids?”
Do I like kids? Sure. The kids are OK. I like them the way I like fireworks: they’re fun when they’re not aimed at me. But liking kids and wanting kids are two very different things. What she meant was, _“Are you ready to commit to a lifetime of scraped knees, sleepless nights, and one day being blamed for every bad decision I ever make?”_
I smiled, leaned in, and dropped the hammer. “I’m not having kids. Not now, not ever. My idea of nurturing is keeping my houseplants alive—and even they seem like a bit of a stretch some days.”
Her expression flickered between confusion and irritation, but I wasn’t about to backpedal.
“Look,” I said, setting my fork down like I was about to deliver a eulogy for her hopes. “The world’s already going up in flames. Adding another kid to it isn’t optimism—it’s insanity. I’d rather spend my time doing something I enjoy than investing in 18 years of chaos only to be yelled at for buying the wrong brand of sneakers.”
The holidays are fantastic at making people like me feel like public enemies. Every wreath, every cheerful song, feels like it’s mocking your life choices. But here’s the thing: I’m not broken, and I’m not ‘waiting for the right person.’ I just know who I am—and who I’m not.”
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As for me, I’m spending the holidays enjoying uninterrupted evenings, restful nights, and the sweet sound of silence. No diapers. No tantrums. Just freedom, peace, and a planet that doesn’t need my contribution to its population problem.
Until next time,
Jack Beckett – powered by coffee, clarity, and the absolute refusal to compromise. ☕🔥
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