How far would you go for love?

Trying to elicit responses here.

Would you give up a perfectly good career to marry someone you love?
Give up your economic independence for the warmth of a family?

Knowing that you’d probably be facing boredom, be putting up with all the things that you find meaningless – such as arisan dharma wanita, pengajian and PKK.

Knowing that if something happens to the marriage, it won’t be easy to return to the carefree life and the career you had before?

Knowing that being economically dependent puts you in a much weaker position (how many women put up with their husband’s philandering ways because ‘what would happen to my children if we divorced?’)

If you had the choice of love, warmth – I’m not going to say happiness here, because happiness is relative and doesn’t depend on a spouse – family and (probably) security – security of not growing old alone, at least — would you give up your hard-earned career … all the sweat and hard work you’ve put in to be where you are today?

Economic dependence over independence?
Love over possible loneliness?

How far would you go for love?

Dating “Oom-oom”

“What’s the youngest age that you’d be willing to date?”

I was asked this question a while ago, while drinking coffee at Plaza Senayan with some friends. After some thought I answered “28″, thinking that I’ve dated 28 year-olds before and it worked okay (didn’t last, but it was okay while it lasted).

“That means he’d be from class of 98-99 right?”

I was flabbergasted. Really? No way!

Then I remembered, the last time I dated a 28 year old was when I was 31 … that was two years ago. My 28 year old would have been 30 right now … and I am 33. Three years age difference was one thing, a five years one is a whole different matter!

On older men, I just realized that women in my age group would have to date men in their 35s or 40s … in the “oom-oom” age bracket so to speak, and I simply can’t see me dating beer-bellied men like what most in that age bracket have become…

“Face it girl, you’re a ‘tante-tante’ yourself!”

Hiks … life is harsh