Robert Frost tells us that the road less traveled makes all the difference. So many people nod sagely at the Greats when they tell us to be daring, be bold, seize the day! Yet when it comes to actually doing so, throats are cleared, feet shift uncomfortably, and no one actually makes a move.
Lately I've been perusing the endless possibilities of Bumble. I've been on several dates, none of which (obviously) have manifested into the love of my life, but they've mostly all been interesting albeit a let down when it doesn't move forward, especially because I actually enjoy meeting random people and hearing their perspective on life.... Continue Reading →
Being in a relationship, the right relationship, is an amazing thing. However, as amazing as a relationship is, we have to remember that there are some damn good things about being single, too.
I almost didn't post a 'me too' status because I thought "I haven't actually been brutally raped...I've never experienced violent sexual harassment...I've never felt like I was in imminent danger of sexual violation." But then I stopped myself.
Online dating has made us hyper critical of everyone else while simultaneously complaining that we can't find a man or woman who loves us for who we really are. We are quick to dismiss people we may actually be quite compatible with simply because they don't fit what we have envisioned for ourselves or because we fear what other people might think or say.
The standards for dating, in my eyes, have been playing a game of limbo for years: how low can you go? How low can you go? And yet when you try to stick to a higher principle, it can seem discouraging because that immediately shrinks the eligible bachelor pool down to 1.5 men in a 100 mile radius. Yet I have decided that when I am ready for another go-around on the roller-coaster of romance, I will not settle for less than I deserve.
My most recent breakup has led me to contemplate all of my past relationships. When you're in smack in the middle and full of new love, they seem amazing. When they're removed from your life, you sob in wrenching pain; eventually, months later, you wonder what you ever saw in them and roll your eyes at your past self and her choices. But for me, years down the road, I am thankful for all of my failed relationships because they each have shaped a part of who I am.
A broken heart is made up of muffled sobs and hot tears pouring down your face. It's made up of deep shuddering breaths and wiping the back of your hand across your nose, heedlessly smearing snot across your cheek. It's made up of red, swollen eyes and deep breaths that end when another wave of hurt crashes over you like the slap of the ocean on a windy day.