JOURNAL: OPTIONS I HAVE BESIDE DATING.

Now that I'm older, I've actually been asked out on a date once or twice, and I've turned them down. There's no bitterness; it's simply no longer something I want to do. I've got a reasonably-fulfilling career in medicine; I get up, play with computers for a few hours, come home, and flip a coin deciding whether to 

(a) cook something (and crack open a bottle of something) nice and spend the rest of the evening evening vegging out reading Slashdot, Reddit, and Fark, 

(b) tinker on something at work 

(c) play video games. 

Sex? If the urge for sex strikes, there's an entire Internet full of pron out there, and then I can get back to whatever it was I was doing. I'm content in my lifestyle, and when every waking hour is filled spending something I do want to do, and I realized that a woman has to bring something to the table.

In the same way as the woman who settled for a good guy who'd be content to take care of her and help her raise the family, men can "settle" too. Sour grapes? Sure, there's a little bit of that. But on a risk-reward basis, I'm grateful that the human palate adjusts.