By this age, a woman can be alone - but she doesn’t want to be. She doesn’t cling, but she cherishes connection. She doesn’t fall for loud words - but she can fall in love with the silence that feels right beside the right man.

So what do I need?
Not flowers every day - but arms I can come home to. Not a 3-day passion - but love that doesn’t run from dishes, socks, or quiet Tuesday mornings. Not a million compliments - just one look that makes me feel beautiful. Always.

At 39, I don’t expect a man to be perfect. I just want him to be mine. To listen. To care. To hold my hand - and never let go.