There’s Free Milk Everywhere, Y’all!

My original title for the blog was going to be ‘Where has modesty gone?’. But I think this one was more catchy. So here goes nothing.

Sorry folks but I have got to rant. I have recently been checking out dating sites. Let me tell you it has not been a good experience. I don’t know if I’m just too old or just have too much self-respect but….OH MY GOD! I was not expecting what I’ve found. I guess it’s no surprise to people who frequent these sites. Maybe they like it? I don’t. I mean, leave something for the imagination people. Don’t ask me to send you nude photos of myself because it’s not going to happen. I don’t want to see yours and I’m definitely not showing you mine. What has happened to modesty? Was it thrown out the window with the Kardashians? I can’t stand this. It is absolutely unbelievable to me that society thinks this is okay.

I’ve always been a modest person. I don’t even like to take my clothes off at the doctor’s office. I’ve never been comfortable in a bathing suit, even when I was skinny. I’ve never felt comfortable being naked in front of somebody unless we were intimate together. I hated P.E. in school simply because you had to dress and undress in front of people and God forbid take a shower with other people. This was traumatic for me. Maybe that’s why I find all this over the top, in your face exposure so disgusting? There’s something to be said for leaving a little mystery.

This epidemic is not just a generation thing or even a gender thing, it’s a society thing. People have no self-respect at all anymore. They think this type of behavior is fine. Some people may read this and say that I’m just an old fogey. Nothing could be further from the truth. I just have respect for myself and others. I don’t want to subject people to images of my vagina, breast, butt, or any other part of my anatomy that shouldn’t be displayed publicly. My face is good enough. If you don’t like my face then you don’t need to see anymore of me. I know in these days of Facebook, Snapchat, Pinterest, Instagram and the like, that it might be hard not to give into peer pressure and post nude pictures of yourself. Though, this would never be a problem for me personally, but maybe it’s like smoking was back in my day? Maybe this is how it is with the younger generation? But they are definitely not the only ones. Maybe instead of trying to fit in by smoking or doing drugs, they feel the pressure to expose themselves in pictures online? I don’t know.

With all of this being said, I don’t know if I’m ready to start dating. I certainly am not ready for kissing on the first date. I’m not ready to fall into bed with anyone on the first date. I don’t even like holding hands in public. I have never been one for public displays of affection. I am not promiscuous and never have been. It’s not going to start now. Also, as a nurse I’m scared that everybody has a STD. Then these dating sites don’t help my nursing mind to disprove this fear. I feel so much older than my forty-something mind right now.

Are there any modest, humble, discreet, mysterious people left in this world? Really, are there? I hope, beyond hope that there are. Am I the only person who feels this way? Am I the only one who feels like they need to wash their eyes after flipping through these photos? Am I the only person in this world who doesn’t want to be bombarded with these images? Maybe I’m too cerebral? Maybe I’m too much of a thinker? Maybe I’m just old-fashioned? Maybe I still believe in the art of seduction and romance? Maybe I’m just being too unrealistic? Gone are the days of flowers, a box of chocolates, wine, dine, charm, opening doors, pulling out chairs, respect. Like my grandmother use to say “Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free?” There’s free milk everywhere, y’all! Don’t get me wrong I can appreciate the beauty of the human form but only after we are in a relationship and I want to see you naked.

I refuse to allow these things to change me, however. I will not believe that there are not others like me. I will not give up hope. I will not stoop to this level of self humiliation. I will not give up my modesty. Because I refuse to disrespect myself.

If I want to see porn, there is plenty of it free online. If I want to see naked people, there is plenty of that too. But if I want to start a relationship with somebody; then I don’t want that relationship to start with me seeing them nude. I’m just old-fashioned that way, I guess. Online dating is not for the faint of heart. That’s for sure. I imagine however, that I’m not alone. When I find my soul-mate at least I’ll know that it’s not going to be one of those people. The nude picture takers, that is. I know that no self-respecting human would do these sort of things. That and some people are just nasty. Unfortunately for the rest of us, some things just can’t be unseen. For goodness sake people put on some clothes! I prefer to buy my milk!


10 thoughts on “There’s Free Milk Everywhere, Y’all!

  1. I am following you, but I do not get notifications of new posts 😦 I met Mr. Half a 1000 Miles on Tis true. We were both 40-something. We went on to best friends for 6 months. We went everywhere together, and never kissed (he wanted to date; I did not). It took him starting to date someone else for me to see what he was. He is the best person I have ever met, so the dating sites aren’t completely awful. But….I did get dick pics. I did get guys who were way too familiar way too fast. My eventual-Hubby told me the women on there were as bad as the men. I understand and agree totally (just don’t write off dating online).


  2. I wonder why you don’t get notifications of new post? Maybe it’s something in settings I can fix? I’ll check. But yeah it’s been an eye opening experience that’s for sure. I think a lot of people go on there just to pick up people to have sex with. Well, this old girl ain’t the type so they need to just keep on steppin’. I still feel like I need to wash my eyes though. Thanks for following me and thanks for making me laugh. Sometimes I really need it.


  3. I totally get you. I feel like half the news sites I try to indulge in once in a while should include censor bars because of all the smut they publish as “news” nowadays. I mean, I’m in my early 30’s, but I would never go out in public with my boobs falling out of my top or my butt hanging out of the bottom of my shorts. I just don’t understand why anyone would think that’s okay. 90% of the media I seem to stumble upon online makes me feel old and gross. I don’t care about the Kardashians, I don’t care about Miley Cyrus, and I don’t care about all the male celebrities with “dick pics” out there. Why?!

    Best of luck to you, and stick to your guns – you may feel like you’re the cheese that stands alone, but like they always say, the cream rises to the top. The right one is out there, but you may have to tip over some over-eager cows to find him. 😜

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  4. I read this post nodding along the whole time, and cringing a little at the mention of naked photos – ew. I’m most definitely a ‘keep the mystery’ kind of girl, and when I was looking on RSVP if I got any mentions of that, or casual booty call type messages (or even bad spelling and punctuation!! I’m rather fussy that way) they went straight in the trash folder.
    Luckily for me, my husband just happened to be on there at the same time and we hit it off immediately – emails for a week then drinks, then dinner, then every spare bit of time we could get. He was a gentleman too. We met 10 years ago Easter Sunday and I still can’t believe my luck!
    I gather from your tags that you’re gay? In that case I hope you find yourself a lovely lady 🙂


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