I get bored because I am very social and especially now that I am aging, it is nice to have a support system. I don't want my kids to become my caregivers. They have a world to explore.

I am the opposite to both of you.

I like sharing my life with someone. I like being with someone. Can't live without intimacy.

For sex, someone to talk with, someone to do fun things with, someone to help pay the bills with. That is pretty much it. (Lol)

As of late single life is looking nice. I do enjoy being alone most times. I can just watch a lot of movies alone. It is easier than having to deal with someone else. If single I can cook whenever I please and not as often as I do now.

I'm not sure. I've got my own house, my own life, my own money. My kids have grown up and left home. It's nice to please myself, to spend my money as I want, to watch what I want on TV, to get up when I want, to eat what I want, to spread myself all across the bed, to eat chocolate biscuits in bed at 3am if I want, with nobody grumbling.

If I thought about it at all I thought it might be good to have someone to go out with for meals and some sex and a bit of company at the weekends. Instead I found a man who would rather cook and eat at home that go to nice restaurants and who can't get it up! I did something wrong there lol!

It's nice to have an emotional barometer, a sounding board for our feelings, someone to bounce them back to us, to affirm that whatever we're feeling is OK. Reciprocally free expression, positively effective communication without censorship or condemnation (well, OK, maybe just a LITTLE censorship or condemnation; we all need to be called on our shit sometimes). And then there's the sex...WHOA, the sex.

I enjoy the company. I love to laugh and have a good time. It's nice to be able to look over at that special person laughing because your sharing an "inside joke." I love the companionship and intimacy of a relationship. Yes, being single sounds nice, but I'll take the rollercoaster ride of dealing with another person.

Someone to kill bugs.
Or.. better yet.. someone willing to put them outside for me.
( that's one of about a thousand great traits my husband has :-)

I have NO problem killing bugs (or putting them outside). Disgusting creatures. C'mere, cockroach, get into this dustpan (trying to sweep with broom; it squirms and scurries)...oh, playing hard to get, eh? OK, not your lucky day, pal (squish).

Laughing at jokes together, going places, exploring the outdoors, someone to hug, kiss, love and tell me that I am wanted.

@ Koolman..
You missed a moth on the window screen.
( yes..I am afraid of moths. Butterflues, too.
All insects. This job is starting to look daunting now, isn't it?
:-) :-) :-)

It's an "inside" job. Breaking out the net...

:-) :-) :-)

This is a good question. I have been asking myself the same thing. What is the purpose of romantic relationships? Do they ever become healthy and well or is there a settling that happens? Unfortunately I do not know the answer.

Personally I suppose I just want to be accepted and even desired. Are these things only for God to fulfill and we are doomed to have someone fall short of these feelings?