As someone who married very late (42) my difficulty was never with married women pressuring me into getting married by steering young women into my path. There were occasions when a married woman tried to fix me up with a single woman, but it never seemed to be anything more than genuine concern for my happiness (none of these attempts worked, BTW). There was certainly no pressure.
It was a small group of single women who brought me headaches. The assumption of these women was that if you were not someone’s boyfriend/husband by age 25 (or 30, or shortly thereafter), then there was something seriously wrong with you. Several assumed that I was gay, and told me so point blank. Others thought that a single man my age was some kind of sex fiend or stalker, and I found it impossible to hold a normal conversation with these women since they always assumed that you were hitting on them and trying to get them into the sack. I avoided these women and left them to their conspiracy theories.
I did not encounter many single women looking for a relationship with a non-perfect guy. Probably that was because of the social circles that I ran in.
To make a long story short: I was married to the woman of my dreams. And I found her in the most unlikely place – but that story is off-topic.
