Live, Single Girls!
After my third friend in a row was recently dumped by her long-time partner in lovin’ crime, it started to put my ladies in the Burlington area in a bit of a panic. First, TGIS had gone MIA, then, one friend’s 9+ month f-buddy called it quits on her while citing the need to emotionally distance himself before moving to Beantown, and to top it all off, one of the longest-running couples I knew decided it was time to part ways, effectively rendering everyone’s general mood as if it were the end of Scrub’s era again. At the beginning of the winter, everyone was shacking up. Now as the season is almost turning to summer, it seems as if they’re all shedding us ladies like winter coats and beards. It’s bizarre, but it’s biological.
When I came home a few weeks ago late at night/early that morning from a successful date #2, I realized then that I haven’t been without at LEAST the prospect of a man for the last two years. I went from a summer fling to a feel-it-out situation, to breaking the feel-it-out situation when I slept with someone else who I then started an on-again, off-again relationship with for about a year, then finally ended up facing the music, the relationship’s downfalls, and the lack of my desires being unfulfilled when I met and started hanging out with someone else, and just kept going from there. So much for being a “Single Girl.” But it’s not my fault— there are men EVERYWHERE. The key to finding them, it seems, is to apparently not be looking for them.
While I may have achieved success (more or less,) in the really odd way of just continuing to date via the ex’s friend pool— not by choice; Vermont is just that small— the lesson that I’ve learned here is that “the end” does not really start the sentence “the end of the rest of your romantic life.” When I finally reached the conclusion on my own thanks to lack of any communication or response from him that my relationship with TGIS had run its course, I cheered myself up by doing two things— remembering that he himself had been a random stranger I’d met while intoxicated at a party (true life,) and didn’t remember until he popped up out of the blue and started talking to me on Facebook, ergo, that you NEVER know who’ll you’ll meet or click with, and secondly, taking my bed back by sleeping in the direct middle of it so it didn’t feel quite so big and empty and pathetic and lonely anymore. (Wait, are we talking about me or my bed, now? Hmm.) Partially thanks to that, and partially thanks to probably my Zoloft prescription, it was the least painful break-up I’ve ever had, even though the relationship in itself was probably the most involved and serious to date.
And then I was asked out again out of the blue. I wasn’t expecting it. It wasn’t like I was planning on being a sex-kitten man-magnet right out of the emotional gate again. I actually intended to take some time off, be single, and re-evaluate myself and my life. But instead, I’m content to just feel things out, meet new people, and take things slow for now. Nothing, after all, is written in stone. Other, of course, than monuments, historical road signs, and castle dedications.
The other night, as the beau and I picked up the ingredients to make a late Sunday night dinner dressed in a motley assortment of “wow, laundry day needs to come soon” clothing, I looked across the self-check-out station at another young couple. He was in Timbz and sweats; she in jeggings, flip-flops, and an off-the-shoulder t-shirt that could have been identical to mine. She and I were bagging what was obviously going to be dinner for the night as the guys swiped it across the scanners, and suddenly, it hit me— this isn’t that weird; this is what people my age do. We date. We get in and out of relationships. We find out what we’re looking for in a partner, and we adjust our thinking accordingly. So, while I may eternally feel like that Single Girl, what I really am is a Normal Girl, one who goes on dates, gets into relationships, still deals with her ex’s drama, and more than anything else, is actively and eternally curious about learning what the words “love” and “relationship” really mean.
- Excerpt from SATCG.