Pride? Or looking for a man?

I recently wrote a poem I thought reflected me a bit- at least what sort of a person I used to be. A bit is all. Pride- That was what my poem was about really. How we let false pride stop us from getting what we care about. How stubborn we at times get. How we will refuse help, encouragement, support - things we secretly crave; all because of pride.
I believe I changed a lot after my marriage. Mellowed a bit. More gentle, less stubborn. Fiery? Not any more- although the occasional tantrum may surface...
Ah....got off the track. The poem, which I thought was about pride- recieved a comment which politely guided me to a- ahem- dating site!! Oh well, never did say I was a poet. Communication gap? Or maybe the comment was just a part of a scam..... see here for the poem.