Don’t Save The Date.
I am horrible at dating. My idea of “dating,” is seeing one person at a time to see if we’d actually be good in a relationship. What’s the difference between the two? I don’t know. But apparently, I’ve been doing it wrong for the past forever years of my life.
The consensus is, dating consists of seeing multiple people at a time and then weeding out those with potential. That was actually one of the last things my great-grandmother told me before she passed. “Do you have a boyfriend?” “No”. “Good,” she said. “You just go out with a bunch of guys and then pick who you like the best later”. Oh Nana, such the lady.
So 2014 hit, and I was like FUCK IT. Forget about the rules, forget about what you’ve done in the past, just don’t fucking think about it for once in your life. Have some fun, ho it out if you want. When I was younger I used to tell myself that dating is only fun if you date three guys at the same time. That way, you’d never have time to develop feelings for just one of them.
Well, I’ve been (was) seeing three men since January. And let me tell you, it’s not as fun as I thought it would be. And definitely not as fun as it should be. I’m sure this is due to user error. Either way, I’ve learned two things in the past two months (one of which I will talk about in the next post).
The most important thing I learned, is I am a relationship girl. No surprise there, but after seeing how the other side of the fence lives, I now know I prefer my side better. I’ve done alone, I’ve been doing alone. And I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Having options sounds awesome, and it definitely makes for some amazing interesting Sunday brunch stories. But I rather have a love so amazing, I can’t even put it into words.