Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
Just because an individual in his 30s hasn't found true love and, yes, there are opportunities to date but it also forces you to be more particular. In so many ways, you become more adamant about finding that right person and not allowing yourself to open up to just anybody.
Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?

