Getting older is hard. Especially when one gets used to things … time passes and before we know it we are stuck in a “routine.” A lot of things can become routine. I found this out the hard way. And now I’m lost.
You may be thinking that I’m talking about something really serious. Maybe in my opinion, it is. There’s something about those long term relationships that makes one feel comfortable. That’s what happened to me anyway.
But now I’m back, back for the attack.
In this crazy world, we try to find another person, a partner, a companion … or a great kisser. I’ve heard that one has to “kiss a lot of frogs” to find the “one.” A lot of times I think this romantic ideal leads to our high divorce rate. OK, so all of the times.
Don’t get me wrong, I love romance. I just think at times it’s overrated. Dating is hard, and I’ve lost the knowledge of how to do this.
So I’m learning.
I used to think I should be polite on dates, mind my manners and all that jazz. But recently, I’ve discovered that it’s really easier to just get everything out in the open. Maybe that’s why I can’t find a date.
Because, hey, if I’m out enjoying a couple of drinks with my friends, I’ve been known to let out some of the greatest belches ever … and yes, I’m pretty damn proud. Do guys find this attractive? Probably not. But hey, they would find out eventually, right?
And I don’t see the point in wearing the “hot” outfits for those first dates. Because, in actuality I’d rather be in my chucks and a cardigan, a sort of uniform I have adopted, so why pretend to be someone I’m not.
First dates are done all wrong. I know first impressions are important, but we all end up defying those. If someone’s brave enough to go on that first date, make it an adventure.
Imagine, Mr./Ms. Right showing up at the doorstep … decked out in some sweats and the latest UNI sweatshirt.
The two of you reside on the couch where you try to figure out if your TV watching preferences are compatible along with snack choice, chips or popcorn?
Let’s face it, this would be way easier, right? I mean, this is where relationships really end up. You eventually, in a long term relationship, learn to love so-and-so’s morning breath or snoring.
Why not cut out all the crap, sounds a lot more interesting to me than being forced into awkward conversation at a fancy restaurant that you’ll never go to again.
Or, here, I got it now. The best first date would be in the morning after a long night out on the town with friends.
Meet up with the potential life partner at your local breakfast establishment, whether it is Perkins, Village Inn or Waffle Stop. Agree to not shower.
Wow, I can see it now, both crazy kids hitting it off over coffee, orange juice and hangovers, which sounds amazing.
Only a date like this could end in true love … or hate.
If you can appreciate someone when they are being their true self (whether that exists or not) there’s hope for a future … or a great relationship of some sort.
So, in this great society of ours where many things become routine, it helps to mix it up every once in a while. Otherwise, you may find yourself lost.
Billie Moorehead NI Opinion Columnist
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