The older we become, the more dating/relationship history we leave in our wake, like a jetliner leaves a vapor trail in the sky.
Never a more blatant statement of the obvious, right? Now, though, you are single, and in a sense you are your dating/relationship history. That vapor trail doesn’t evaporate as fast as you might like.
At one end of the spectrum is someone like me; never married, perpetually on the search for the right lady, cognizant of making the right choice.
At the other end is the divorced lady; maybe two or three failed marriages behind her, children, grandchildren perhaps, lots of relationshippy stuff going on.
The differences between us are enormous. To me, she looks to be careless with her judgement of males. To her, I look unwilling to take on commitment.
Interesting then that I am branded a “red flag” because I have yet to find my match by age fifty. Apparently the chaos caused by multiple marital failure is easier to accept than the person who successfully avoids such horrors.