I ramble, incessantly at times, about relationships and lack there of. That's what I'm best at (other than staying single) and what I find interesting in life--how people come together, work together, stay together. I often think I should have majored in psychology but I just had a hard time spelling that word. P and then the Y? P and then S? Ha, I was a journalism major. Like relationships, some things don't make sense.
And while it's hard to explain to parents why it's "just not that easy" to date in a big city, this clip from Aziz Ansari from Conan O'Brien the other night sums it up pretty well:
We all know that social networking makes it easy to cancel plans, change plans and even hide your plans. A mobile device makes it easy. Casual. Nothing set in stone. Do I like the convenience of that? Sure, we all do. Do I like being on the receiving end of the brush off? Of course not.
Dating is as challenging as it is frustrating. Maybe the guy is flaky. Bad at following up. Expects you to set the plans. In fact, he cancelled the plans. And timing...oh, damn you. Why now? Why didn't I meet you last year? Last month? Would it have made a difference?
Isn't it the hardest feeling intuitively knowing that (maybe) you can make that person happier than who they're with now? Call me selfish, call me whatever you want--but it's the truth. Pick me, choose me, love me.
Well, sista, he didn't. He didn't choose you and somewhere, there's a reason why. Even though it's challenging, that's how I have to remember to handle dating in a city. There's literally a million more girls out there and for that matter, a million more guys. He can take his pick and so will I.
I think what's most important is to "keep doin' you" as my sister and I like to say. I had a text conversation the other day where someone told me I had "better be glad he likes my attitude." I replied that I really didn't care if he liked me or not, and he asked if I was a little tipsy. It was Saturday so I had a glass of wine or two in me but NO, no I was not tipsy! Yes, I would care if you did like me, but if you don't? What am I supposed to do? Run home and tell my mommy that someone doesn't want to be my friend?
You've got to be made of more than plastic (ha, ha) in this city to withstand what comes with dating, although I'd let the right guy melt my heart.
You get the idea--be tough. Bad date after bad date and moron after moron can really do something to your psyche, but you're the only person at the end of the day who can decide if you want to be happy, sad, pissed, bitter, regretful....it's up to you.
Stolen from a stranger's Instagram bio...."Life takes its toll. Bring change."