ThisAdamGuy wrote:
I've been using dating sites for a few years now with no luck, and I've been wondering for a while if I should really be passing up the pregnant women and mothers the way I am. I'm only 24, and I'm not in any way shape or form ready to be a father, and I'm afraid that if I date a woman who has a child or is going to have one, that'll have more of an effect on me than I'm ready for. I mean, if I'm going to have a serious relationship with this woman, that means I'll have to have some sort of relationship with their kid too, right? Not to mention that since I'm not the father, that could lead into some messy confrontations with the kid's real father. But on the other hand, what if she's my soul mate (or as close to it as you can get), with the only downside being that she has a kid? I mean, I like kids. I get along with them better than most men my age I know. But I'm not ready to HAVE ONE, you know? What do you think?
You need to ask yourself this: am I willing to have a positive part of the kid/kids life? If not I wouldn't date someone with children. It's why I don't. I don't want or like children and I think it's unfair to kids to have a parent who is dating someone who doesn't spend time around them or doesn't do it willingly.
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