I’ve come to a realization about myself over the past month, for good or bad.
Throughout my late teens and early 20s, I always thought that I needed a man to feel emotionally stable and happy with my life. I know, I know, a lot of you are shaking your heads, but the proof is in the pudding, right? I only felt that inner calm when I was in a long-term, loving relationship. It was just a nice, happy feeling in my life, so I dated a lot trying to find that feeling. I jumped around from guy to guy, looking for a relationship that would last forever. I craved that emotional happiness.
Until I turned 25. For some reason, my 25th birthday was the moment I said fuck it. I was depressed because I never imagined I would be so old and unmarried. I didn’t even have any guys on the horizon for a potential relationship. I faced the realization that I was alone, looked it directly in the face, and gave it the middle finger.
There were some bumps on the road with D moving in of course, since a lot of old feelings were ripped to the surface again, but I didn’t date. And then the stuff with D calmed down and I got over it. And then…and then…
And then nothing. About a year ago, after everything settled with my friendship with D, and I was seriously single and not looking. I mean, I wasn’t going to turn away love if it happened to find me, but I put all that dating energy into my career and my friends. A funny thing happened…I felt that same stability that I had previously only felt when in a long-term relationship. I was calm and happy, at least for the most part.
Did I finally find what everyone else says you have to find? Happiness in yourself before you have happiness with another?
Nope.
This past month, I jumped back on the dating wagon in a big way, going out with a few different guys, and I’m back to feeling insecure about myself and a little crazy.
It’s the dating that does it. If I’m in a relationship, I feel great. If I’m not looking, I feel great. But not knowing where I stand, wondering if someone likes me, all that jazz? It’s for the freakin’ birds! DATING SUCKS.
That’s the moral of the story. Dating sucks. The end. Fin. That’s all she wrote. :-p
I’ll power through it because I know that dating can lead to something really special. At the end of the day, I don’t want to spend myself happy and alone. I want to share it with someone special. So the crappiness of dating is soooo worth the payout – having someone to walk beside you in life. It will take a strong man to power through the crazy dating period with me and claim me as his own, but when someone does that…damn if I won’t spend the rest of my days doing everything I possibly can to make him happy.


































