I am a romantic. Growing up, my mom would wake me up to
watch wedding sequences in movies. In fact my mom and I watched all sort of age
inappropriate rubbish together “The bold and the beautiful” and “Santa Barbara”.
All the impassioned lovemaking, the
fights, the kissing, I wanted it all. So at the tender age of six, hiding under
a makeshift tent, I decided I couldn’t wait. I planted a kiss on an
unsuspecting neighbor. It would have remained a secret, been forgotten in time,
had my brother not caught me in the act and then gone on to tell every single
living person.
The point being that I started early and haven’t stopped to
take a breath. From the age of 16 I haven’t spent more than 6months single. I
jumped, hopped and crashed from one relationship into another, a few of them
serious most of them casual. I fall in love faster than it takes most people to
get high. And it doesn’t take much for me to fall in love. A few days of long
nights of texting or calling and I’ll be gushing about how great this new boy
is, how perfect he is.
Anyway this time around I am consciously trying not to make
any hasty decisions. I’m trying to play it cool and play the field before I
settle down. Though I must admit finding the boy is harder than ever before. The
seemingly perfect boys are very quickly turning into deal breakers. And these
aren’t “oh I was being picky” deal breakers, these are “what the fuck are these
boys doing in the single dating world” kind of deal breakers.
So far there has been..
The boy from my past, the one who is getting a divorce; turns
out he still hangs with the not so ex-wife way too much, in fact they moved
back in together. So even though he is as beautiful as beautiful men get, I’m
bowing out of that race graciously.
Then there was the candy man, this man who was so seemingly
perfect it hurt. He was beautiful, liked dogs, liked cooking and plants. He was
just the right amount of weird. We got along really well and we talked till the
wee hours of the morning. I flirted with him for weeks. It was getting really
cute till someone told me had a girl friend. Dreams crash.
Anyway all these disastrous calamities made me think it’s
time to widen the net a little. My mom is dying to pitch in and help with the
boy hunt, except she wants to find me a man husband. So I can join the rest of
the bandwagon that have gotten hitched in the not so recent past. But I’m so not
ready for that kind of plunge. Besides the old school romantic in me wants to
be swept off my feet. So I did it, I joined a dating web site. More, on the
adventures of online dating soon.
