Solo in Another City?

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I used to love Chicago/Now I wanna leave it/The streets hold all my secrets/I don’t wanna speak em/

-Alex Ludovico, Elliott Smith

Maybe it’s time.

I’ve been threatening to leave Chicago for a few years. It’s home to me. I can’t imagine being or living anywhere else. 

But then I can. At this point, for my job, I’m scheduled to leave Chicago in April 2014. To where? I don’t know. Will I leave? I don’t know. 

After graduate school, I searched no where else for a job. I wanted to be here more than anything. I longed to be with my amazing friends and near my family. Berkeley even called me about a job. I turned down the interview. There were no other options for me.

I go to and fro with thoughts on leaving, falling constantly deeper in love with Chicago, my long term relationship, but longing for the excitement and heart flutter of somewhere new.  There are many days, like today for example, that starting fresh sounds like a damned good thing to do. Running away from my intertangled web, memories of lost friendship, complicated and grey love stories, maybe it would be best. 

I move neighborhoods every few years, hoping this will give me that new flutter, mostly it provides a band-aid. Gives me new people to look at while at the grocery store, the coffee shop, sitting on their stoops. But neighborhoods haven’t really done it, still there lies a thick cloudy haze from 6 wonderful years in this city. 

While I look around me, I see so many of my peers, friends, lovers, colleagues, changing their lives, growing up, furthering careers, getting married, buying houses. I’m not saying I need that, but here I am, still feeling like the same irresponsible 24 year old who moved into my first tiny studio apartment. My apartment may be larger now, but I feel like I’m in a still in that suffocated 375 square foot studio on Belmont and Broadway, yet actually much more confused than I was being that naive, 24 year old, straight out of graduate school. I knew what I wanted, where I was headed at that time.

Now I have no idea.

So maybe it’s time to escape. To run away for a few years and see what happens. Besides my job, which is planning on moving me, I have nothing tying me to the 2nd City. No relationship, no mortgage, and instead so many things I desire to dash away from. 

So, look out 2014. You may find me coming to a city near you.

-Melinda

P.S. Full disclosure, Alex Ludovico is my very talented ex, and you should listen to the song quoted above. He now lives in Atlanta.You can download his album free too.

Ball and Chain

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“I wish Pepper would have just stayed dead.”

This is what my brother said when talking about the latest Iron Man movie.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because then Tony Stark could rejoin The Avengers for the second movie without being tied to her.”

Huh. I’ve heard this argument in real life from at least two different guys. Apparently loving someone and having them in your life is a real liability. Being attached really means someone weighing you down, keeping you from pursuing everything you want, from following your dreams.

Because you can’t really do this when you have to consider someone else all of the time.

Hearing this come out of the mouths of these two men was hard to swallow. It wasn’t that they were directing it at me, rather, having a general conversation about whether or not they wanted something serious. Also, it sounded really sad to think relationships could be viewed in such a harsh light. What about companionship? What about love? Didn’t that win out over even things like careers or where you live?

But being single for awhile starts to put certain things into perspective. Sure, all of the usual stuff like loneliness, an empty bed, and the general idea of not having someone, not being with someone.

Lately, however, I’ve started to understand the downfall of having a significant other. Besides the complete insanity I go through when I’m dating someone, I’m often reminded of the sacrifices both people have to make when they’re in a relationship. I suppose this is what they’re talking about when they say it takes work.

But is it really worth it?

I dated someone who had really bad allergies, including alcohol. So of course, I didn’t drink as much. I cooked things that both of us could eat. When his hives were really bad, I couldn’t touch him. That’s right. I couldn’t touch my own boyfriend.

He sacrificed too. We moved back to Chicago from New York because my job was terrible and I couldn’t bear the idea of having to stay there while I looked for something else. We sublet our apartment in Andersonville when I got a job in Evanston because I hated our upstairs neighbors. In general, I was not nearly as motivated or dedicated as he was, and I’m sure this was probably one of the reasons he broke up with me.

Maybe we can say in the moment that we’d be willing to give up certain things for someone else. But how do we know we’ll be OK with that down the road?

Independence sometimes feels like the ultimate freedom.

-Carly

jasmined:

@carly_l_o gets the night going (at Beauty Bar)

jasmined:

@carly_l_o gets the night going (at Beauty Bar)

Ted Mosby is my Spirit Animal

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ALERT: How I Met Your Mother Spoilers Ahead. Do NOT read if you have not seen the season finale.

For years now, I have been a very loyal How I Met Your Mother fanatic. For those of you non-fanatics, the entire premise of the show is the main character, Ted Mosby, and the story about how he ends up meeting the mother of his children. It’s an epic tale of love, dating, and being single. 

I am Ted Mosby. 

(Our friend Rachel L.C. says, “I am Lloyd Dobbler.” I am to Ted as she is to Lloyd.)

I have always identified with Ted. I have a parallel Marshall and Lily (his best friends who have been together since college and have the relationship he wants). My Lily even has red hair too! 

Ted is a romantic. The things that Ted does, that he thinks about, that come out of his mouth, his actions, always make me think, “OMG YES! Me too!” It seems that whatever is going on in the show, is parallel to my own life. Ted’s been single for years, minus a few people he’s dated here and there, but overall, nothing serious since he was left at the altar. The show has helped me consider my own journey through single hood and looking for love. And just like Ted, I’ve spent years looking for the one. 

We all knew the show was finally going to introduce her (with next season being the final season and all). A few episodes ago, it was revealed that he would meet the mother in 45 days. I watched that episode with my best friend, my Lily. He even said, “Maybe it will be 45 days for you too.”

Fast forward to yesterday, I had a few moments of free time, enough to catch up and watch the season finale. It has been a very confusing, interesting, emotional, exciting, and exhausting past few weeks. I have resigned the idea of a traditional relationship, marriage, or whatever and if I will ever meet my version of “the mother.” 

And so has Ted. So much so, he’s going to move to “Clevelandy-New York” (Chicago). He has decided to continue his search somewhere new. My new search doesn’t necessarily involve a new city, but a new idea of happiness and how to achieve what I want.

The very end of the episode, and there she is. The mother. With all of the clues and signs they’ve been telling us about for years. And we know, here she is. Finally.

I burst into tears. Lost my shit. 

Because my fictional single spirit animal, Ted Mosby, won’t be there for me to commiserate and identify with anymore. He’s going to find her and I have zero faith that I ever will find him. 

-Melinda

Stardate: December 20, 2010

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Remember that time you went out with a male model from OKC who claimed he only dates girls that wear heels and are “rockstars in bed” and then two and a half years later you go see a movie with your friend and that same guy shows up with his girlfriend both dressed as Trekkies and toting $100 replica phasers because he went to high school with your friend?

I CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP.

Here is an excerpt from the email I sent to my friend about how the date went back in 2010:

He ended up choosing Cosi to meet at downtown yesterday at noon. I was a little irritated he waited until the day of to tell me where we were meeting. Anyway, he is definitely a good looking dude, but after an hour of talking, we’re just not on the same page. He started the modeling thing within the last year and I think that’s exposed him to a lot of partying and club hopping and just shit that I’m not into. He said one thing he looks for in a girl is someone who can walk in heels. Really? Also a must have is that she’s a “rockstar” in bed. Well, OK ,we all like different things in the sack, and that kind of pressure isn’t anything I need. He told me stories about crazy girls he’s encountered recently (none from OKC, since supposedly I’m the first person he’s met in real life). One of these girls he referred to as the “white girl with fake big ‘titties’”. Ugh. He wants to hang out again after the holidays and get me “dolled up” and out to the clubs. Err, sure, we’ll see if that happens. I guess my thing is, isn’t it apparent to him as well that we don’t really have much in common? I dunno. I suppose I’m stupid for agreeing to hang out again, even though that’s yet to actually be seen. The whole thing just sort of irritated me and made me wonder why these dudes think they can talk so openly about their sex lives so soon. Like really, all of this sex talk in the middle of the day over sandwiches is a bit much. I don’t mean to sound like a prude, but it felt a bit out of line.

In other words, even in 2010 things were equally bad as they were this last time around on good ol’ OkCupid. And yeah, I do blame them for putting me into contact with a whole bunch of crap. Going on an online dating site is something people do out of desperation, loneliness, curiosity and above all HOPE. Even if you think this whole thing is a joke, there is a teeny, tiny part in all of us who hopes to connect in a real way. 

OkCupid is where those dreams go to die.

Anyway, of course as the realization began to hit me about where I knew this guy from, I sent a text to my friend standing next to me to inform him of the situation.

We had some time to chat about it over a drink before the movie and he gave me a little more insight about the dude and what his deal was/is. As much as the background information shed more light, I have mixed feelings about all kinds of things, like what kind of person we choose to become based on our past. I am very aware of how history shapes our way of thinking and our behavior, but I’m much more into the Bad Guys turning into Good Guys than the other way around.

But I also know that’s not a simple thing, sadly.

Thankfully, we were at a movie, so there wasn’t an opportunity for us to have the “I know you from somewhere, A ha! moment” that probably would have been awkward.

Instead, I gave his girlfriend the up and down. If you can imagine my physical polar opposite, she was it.

Here’s to Chicago: The city where you can’t go anywhere without running into someone you’ve gone out with.

-Carly

P.S. Oh, and that was back in the day when I thought “we should hang out again” was a truthful statement. My naivete was quickly squashed.

Textiquette [Eye Roll]

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The other day I was on the bus and couldn’t help but notice a guy furiously typing away a wall of text to someone. We’re talking about an endless paragraph that if I didn’t know better, looked like an email.

But it wasn’t.

I have no idea what the message was about or who it was for, but I think I’d be really freaked out if someone sent me a text that long. I feel weird sending one that’s longer than the 160 allowable characters as it is.

Text messaging has replaced every form of communication and the nuances are subtle and often times subjective.

I don’t know when it happened, but suddenly ending a sentence with a period seems too firm. The timing of replying has changed for me. I pretty much get back to someone as soon as I can (when I actually see the message) instead of waiting. I just don’t see the sense. If the point is to play The Game, I merely respond with something innocuous and typically without a follow up question.

Time in between texts gets way more touchy when you’re starting to date someone or in a relationship. I remember with two people in particular I hadn’t heard from them in five days. With both, I took that as a sign that they truly didn’t give a shit.

And I was right.

The time of day or night in sending or receiving is also key. I feel like the turning point is 10 pm. Before seems like a somewhat reasonable time to see what someone is up to. After midnight is probably only acceptable in the industry world, which I’m not a part of. But after 2 a.m.? We all know what that means. Even if it’s not a straight up booty call, it’s certainly some kind of drunken accident/mistake that would not have happened otherwise. Text allows you to send something late or early without much consequence other than annoyance or suspicion.

There’s often not a good way to “end” a text conversation. It just sort of fizzles out, yet it’s hard not to notice when you’re the last person who wrote. Then you’re left deciding if and when you’ll text again. Later that day? The next morning? The next day, but later? Never? If I instigated today, can I not tomorrow?

Don’t get too detailed. Don’t write too many sentences. Don’t use too many exclamation points. Don’t ask too many questions. Don’t ask the wrong questions. Don’t double text. Don’t triple text. Don’t text shout. Don’t use “lol”.

How about the utter agony and full on panic we experience if our phone dies or we accidentally leave it at home? Ask any one of my friends about my obnoxious use of my phone charger. The best is when you finally do get around to checking your phone after not having it for an entire day and no one has messaged you. Or if they have, it wasn’t important at all because NEWS FLASH: It never really is. But, but, how will we tell someone we’re running 5 minutes late, or that there’s a really smelly person on the bus or that there’s a line outside or that we’re already inside waiting?!?!

Or how about the constant anger and exasperation when we don’t hear from someone? “I KNOW they got my message”. I have no idea how many hours (read: days, weeks, months) I’ve lost experiencing these feelings, but it’s too many. Our expectation of getting a response is at do or die levels at all times. Apparently we are all on-call emergency room doctors.

Remember the days when you picked up the phone and called someone and prayed they’d answers instead of hoping for their voicemail? Remember hearing the sound of someone’s voice, someone’s sighs, someone’s laughter, feeling their hesitations, changes in tone, detecting sarcasm? Remember not being cut off by a dropped call or the sound of the train in the background or loud bar noises while the person screams “I CAN’T HEAR YOU”?

What is a conversation without a genuine reaction? Where’s the satisfaction in trying to make someone laugh only to elicit a “HAHAHA”? How can you be sweet when the best response is “Awwwwww”? Worse yet, relying on a method of communication that allows you to edit, erase and “fix” doesn’t translate in the real world of person to person contact.

There’s no emotion in texting. No one but my fellow bus passengers can see that my furious typing translates into anger. Only I know the intent of certain comma placements or ellipses (I use these a lot…).

I don’t know if I’ll ever perfect the “art” of text messaging and frankly, I sort of wish I didn’t have to.

-Carly

YOLO Y’all

Meme Generator

My Millennial upbringing has programmed me to always be planning for the next goal, the next step in life. YOLO was not a term or ideal applied to my generation, at least, not to me personally. (Read more about my thoughts on that here.) Setting goals, plans on how to reach them, were key in my life. Included in such life plans were my plan for relationships.

In every long term relationship I’ve had, we had goals, timelines, expectations. Always a question of when/where/how is this going and how will we make that happen.

My college boyfriend and I made plans on me joining him in Philadelphia after I finished school. I was to go to graduate school there, move in with him, and live happily ever after. I didn’t get into grad school at Penn, and decided instead to move to Northwest Ohio. This eventually ended our relationship. The plans we had laid out, diminished. 

My last ex got into law school on the West coast. The plans were also made. Timelines of an engagement, moving, our plans on post-law school, when our wedding would be, all laid out. This made it even harder and more soul crushing when not a damned one of those things happened.

Even in my single life, I have always anticipated the question, “Where is this going?” And if the person wasn’t on board with my plan, or where I wanted to go, then I was done. Don’t get me wrong, I never think you should compromise what you want out of a relationship, but the point is that I overthink about what is going on and where it’s going, and therefore, it goes nowhere.

So right now I’m finding myself in a situation that has no long term capacity. The expectations are that there are no expectations or timelines or goals. 

I had forgotten how to do that. Without the worrying about the future and just being, god forbid, happy, I hope maybe I’ll learn how to translate this into someone who may have long term capacity. JUST ENJOY IT. Stop worrying about being 30 and single and unpartnered and when and how and where kids are going to pop out of you or if they’re not and where you’re going to live and how you will make that work and what sort of wedding you’ll have together or not because he doesn’t believe in marriage.

Planning and not being able to just be effing happy is my tragic flaw. Because it’s goddamned terrifying. TERRIFYING. When you make all these plans, you know what to expect. You know what your future holds.

So I’m challenging myself to just be happy. To not dwell on how I will be able to get what I’m looking for long term, because I am not a fortune teller. Remember that life happens while it’s happening and getting to what you want is all about living it. I’m going to keep reminding myself that. 

YOLO, y’all.

-Melinda

(Source: facebook.com)

Reason #2394234 Why OkCupid is Horrific

Because you may receive messages such as the following:

Roses are red, violets are blue, 
I realize that I’m, not good looking like you. 

But I’m kinda funny, and I’ll make you chuckle, 
And if I’ve been bad, tie me up with your buckle. 

You can choke me and beat me, and make me your slave, 
Ok I’m just kidding, I’m sooooo not that brave. 

Whats the worst that can happen, with all these sweet rhymes, 
I promise you won’t end up, on the cover of the LA Times. 

-Wheels

Oh yeah, and he’s listed as 20 years old.

Don’t forget about that block feature, ladies and gents!

-Mel

PS. Who else got this same message??

 

Our Next Reading, May 21

We have a sick line up and one of our favorites, Jasmine Davila, will be guest hosting for Melinda who will be out of town. Be there!

Missed Connection?

(This image is from a short film by Disney called “Paperman”, which you should hunt down…great stuff.)

The other day, I stopped by an establishment where my friend was working to say “Hi”.

I ended up staying a lot longer than I expected when the Bulls game went into triple overtime.

This bar in particular tends to attract more males than females, and I’ve often noticed guys by themselves, reading a book or there to eat and watch sports.

I’ve done this a handful of times in my life (gone to a bar alone), but mostly I like the excuse to stop in and chat with my friend.

Anyway, a guy sitting near me and I started chatting about the game. He’d closed out his tab, but once it went into overtime, ordered another beer.

The game ends, we all do a shot, I high five him, he asks what my name is, and then he lingers for a moment. Another one of my girl friends had shown up, so I talked to her for a bit, and eventually he left.

Ten Month Ago Me would have said something like “you should stay and hang out” or “think you’ll be back here for the next game?” But I’m just not interested in initiating anything at the moment. Perhaps I’m missing out on opportunities, but I’ve spent the better part of my life being forward and taking the lead and that can be tiresome. Plus, with all of the wishy washy attitudes I’ve come across all these years being single, it’d be nice to just KNOW someone was interested because they did something overt, like ask for my number and actually use it.

I won’t lie. I’ve strategized going back to this bar (like last night, for instance) in the hopes that running into him again might spark something. I even saw him walking by a restaurant I was at on Tuesday night, but was in no position to do anything about it.

I’m sure as the days and weeks past, I will forget about him and our brief moment. I suppose I just wonder what might have happened if I’d at least done more than try to impress him with my knowledge of basketball.

-Carly

Received this message this weekend. 
Just to make sure you can decipher the photo, the text from him reads:

I hate the way you make me feel.

Wow. He hates the way. I make him. Feel. 
I wanted to scream, “What the hell have you been doing talking to me on and off since September, then!?”
Here on this blog, we try to stay away from super specific situations most of the time, and talk widely about topics, but I can’t help myself. 
This one stung. Like 194 yellow jacket ground wasps stinging my eye at once, stung. 
I had spent a few weeks anticipating and hopeful, telling people how I’m seeing someone who I was really happy about. 
Things he has said to me keep replaying through my head. Last time I saw him, there was mention of giving me a key (!) to his apartment. Talks about a future. I don’t get it. This man has waxed on about how much he misses me, how much he wants to be with me, and spent hours in my company. 
It’s these points in my life, I wonder, am I sabotaging this? Should I just deal with crap that hurts my feelings and not confront it? 
But then I realize, no. I’m being gaslighted. 
Confronting actions that make you upset is how to stay happy in a relationship. If the person thinks the relationship and you are worth it, they’ll make steps to stop doing the actions that hurt your feelings. Or at least come up with a compromise or talk about it. 
Not just tell you that you make them feel like shit.
I make him feel like shit because I don’t stand for mistreatment. I want an equal and whole relationship, which he was not giving. I didn’t call him a horrible person, and rather explained why I was upset (using “I” statements). If that means I make you feel bad, then so be it. 
Just a reminder also that I want someone who is confident I make them feel effing great. That he can’t live without that feeling of me being by his side. And if I can’t have that, well, my single life is working out pretty damned nicely these days.
Go forth and find someone who loves the way you make them feel. That’s my plan.
-Melinda
P.S. Back on the market these days (not that I was ever really off of it).

Received this message this weekend. 

Just to make sure you can decipher the photo, the text from him reads:

I hate the way you make me feel.

Wow. He hates the way. I make him. Feel

I wanted to scream, “What the hell have you been doing talking to me on and off since September, then!?”

Here on this blog, we try to stay away from super specific situations most of the time, and talk widely about topics, but I can’t help myself. 

This one stung. Like 194 yellow jacket ground wasps stinging my eye at once, stung. 

I had spent a few weeks anticipating and hopeful, telling people how I’m seeing someone who I was really happy about. 

Things he has said to me keep replaying through my head. Last time I saw him, there was mention of giving me a key (!) to his apartment. Talks about a future. I don’t get it. This man has waxed on about how much he misses me, how much he wants to be with me, and spent hours in my company. 

It’s these points in my life, I wonder, am I sabotaging this? Should I just deal with crap that hurts my feelings and not confront it? 

But then I realize, no. I’m being gaslighted

Confronting actions that make you upset is how to stay happy in a relationship. If the person thinks the relationship and you are worth it, they’ll make steps to stop doing the actions that hurt your feelings. Or at least come up with a compromise or talk about it. 

Not just tell you that you make them feel like shit.

I make him feel like shit because I don’t stand for mistreatment. I want an equal and whole relationship, which he was not giving. I didn’t call him a horrible person, and rather explained why I was upset (using “I” statements). If that means I make you feel bad, then so be it. 

Just a reminder also that I want someone who is confident I make them feel effing great. That he can’t live without that feeling of me being by his side. And if I can’t have that, well, my single life is working out pretty damned nicely these days.

Go forth and find someone who loves the way you make them feel. That’s my plan.

-Melinda

P.S. Back on the market these days (not that I was ever really off of it).

Bedtime Story

It’s been quite a while since someone occupied the space next to me in bed.

So much so, I’ve created a weird dent in my mattress and in an effort to correct that, have been trying to sleep on a different side, in different positions.

I’m not sure I ever got entirely used to sleeping with someone else. I had a twin bed for most of my life. I upgraded to a double sized mattress in my early 20’s and wondered why it took so long.

There are layers of my anxiety when it comes to a new person being in it.

The overarching problem is that I hate the idea of someone being unable to sleep because of me. The biggest issue is my soul destroying self consciousness of snoring. I actually pray whoever I’m with is a deep sleeper/snorer themselves so it can alleviate some of my angst. I also get up and use the bathroom at least once, so I prefer to sleep on the side closest to the door. I’ve had mini panic attacks being squished between a body and a wall. Also, I don’t really like to be touched, let alone spooned, while I sleep.

All of this leads to ME being unable to sleep, so I’ll spend most of the night waiting for the other person to fall asleep, trying to lay on my stomach, facing the other way to minimize my snoring. If they stir, I’ll awaken, thinking it had something to do with me. I’m aware of every slight movement, every toss and turn.

Even when I was living with someone, we slept with a fan going for white noise and eventually upgraded to a king size bed where I’d still find myself clinging to the edge hoping my existence wasn’t impeding his slumber.

So yeah, I sleep a lot better when I’m alone. I prefer it.

And yet, becoming comfortable with it again is the very symbol of my single life. It sums up the everyday self awareness I have in a relationship, about who I am and what I do that effects another person.

I’m getting used to my life without someone beside me.

-Carly

What is Dating? Someone Please Explain It To Me.

This is not a dating blog. I repeat, this is NOT A DATING BLOG.

The assumption that being single means that I’m dating is an incorrect one.

I may go out on a date (though lets not get into what that even means nowadays), but that doesn’t mean I always talk about it here.

There is a difference between actively dating and being open to it. Actively dating means I’m on OkCupid or going to meet-ups or begging new friends to set me up. Being open to it means I’d go on a date if the stars aligned and someone actually asked me out.

Right now I’m the latter.

Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I doubt it’s even possible to find a “boyfriend”. I can barely hang out with a person without having to wonder what all of the implications are, what our motivations are, how we feel, etc. that I’d rather shut it all off and just Be.

Maybe all of this indifference and ambiguity is rubbing off on me. I’m less and less inclined to invest time or emotions into someone when all I sense from them is uncertainty. Perhaps I could get excited about someone if they exhibited any sort of enthusiasm about me.

A couple of my lady friends posted this article, which I too re-posted, about how men should stop hanging out with women and start dating them. I couldn’t agree more. While I get that times have changed (a lot), I’d still like to be asked out. I’d still like to define what we’re doing as going on a date. I’d like for someone to do this ahead of time, or what we used to call making plans.

This isn’t about some antiquated, anti-feminist line of thinking.

Nothing will ever come of two people whose actions spell out MEH. I can’t begin to contemplate you as a partner if you have my phone number and don’t use it (Sidenote: Stop asking for my number if you have zero intention of using it. No one is forcing you to ask me for it and all it does is make me think you’re interested. Seriously, knock it off.) I’ll never know if there is potential if after we go out, you say we should do this again, and then never follow up (Again, enough with the B.S. No need to say things we don’t mean.) We’re never going to get anywhere if I’m only being considered, never pursued. Lack of effort is not cute.

We can’t truly get to know one another unless we spend time together, alone, with the understanding that this is about more than just being in the same room together deciding if we feel anything.

If I have to beat down your door or scream my undying affection for you from a mountaintop to get your attention, that’s just not going to happen. Why can’t we just go do something fun and then decide if we want to do it again? What is so hard about this?

“I don’t know” seems to be the rallying cry of this dating age. Does no one ask anyone out anymore? Is that, like, not A Thing?

Perhaps this isn’t a phenomenon at all, but rather my own struggle with being single for four years having yet to find someone/fall in love again. Or even more bluntly, that no one has been, or is, interested in dating me.

-Carly

An Undesirable Candidate

I was being single. Thanks for reminding me.

After reading this article about how long term unemployment is ruining the economy, I wondered if this might also be true of long term singledom.

Thanks to the handy application Timehop, an email appears in my inbox to tell me what was going on exactly one year ago today. Apparently I was writing about what you do in between relationships.

Depressingly, the blog is a reminder than an entire year has passed and not much has changed.

I’ve touched on this before, but I honestly don’t know what should be happening right now. As in, as much as I didn’t map out my life to be married with kids, I certainly didn’t anticipate this void. Does anyone? I’m not sure if people set out to be serial monogamists, but if you’re not interested in playing the field or dating multiple people at the same time, then what else is there other than a serious relationship with long term potential or being single?

Even if I really did believe monogamy is for the birds, personally I’m not sure I could actually handle an open relationship. Just last year, I was offering this up as a suggestion in an attempt to keep someone around and also to not necessarily have to commit to them either. It was clear we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend material, but chemistry + friendship is enough to consider the possibility.

So back to my original issue: I feel rusty. I also feel like the more time I spend out of the game, the less interest I have in getting back in it. It was different when I was in my early 20’s, wondering if I’d ever fall in love, to be able to label things beyond “hanging out/seeing/dating” someone.

I’m not ready to start having the “I’m focusing on me” conversation, the one in which I tell you how I’m keeping busy doing this and that, going here and there, thinking about such and such, instead of trying to meet someone.

And yet, that is, by default, what I’m doing.

Not only have I gotten used to being alone, time passing also equates to my getting older. Am I not becoming what some guys fear: “Hungry”?

I’m waiting. Waiting for the right time, the right person, the right situation. I suppose I’ll go back and forth in determining how much effort I’m willing to put towards making this happen.

All the while trying to quiet the voice that suggests I consider the possibility of being alone forever.

-Carly