The ‘dating site’. For some reason, it’s the one place that I feel drawn back to in order to explore potential mates. And for some reason (probably NOT because another friend just got engaged or that I was kind of asked out by a guy who is completely wrong for me- but we’re not ruling those out yet) despite my pact, I have this itch to join back in. To test the waters, to explore my options.
Terrible clichés aside, being content in being single is still a somewhat daunting task. And I’ve realized that it’s not because I feel unloved. I know that I have amazing family and friends that love me. The lack of content comes more from the emotional response that being in love elicits. It’s having someone you can count on. Someone you can buy a second concert ticket for, because you know that if you are going then they wouldn’t be anywhere else. It’s having someone to cook for, someone to tell you that everything is going to be alright. It’s having that one person that you can always count on to answer the phone, no matter what time of day. It’s feeling needed.
And those feelings aren’t easy to come by when you’re single. But more importantly, those feelings rarely occur with friends of the same-sex. I’m not saying that you should use your opposite sex friends to fill the dating void, I’m just saying sometimes it happens. I’ll be the first to admit I don’t have a lot of guy friends. And I know just how tempting it can be to become close to guy friends. Sometimes friendships with the opposite sex are just as co-dependant as relationships. They fill a ‘dating void’ that you never knew was there. It’s having that constant companion, the person that will tell you how you look, someone to see a movie or go bowling with on a weekend. I’ve been there- in the middle of it, and I know the absence you feel when it’s not there anymore.
I’m not exactly sure why dating sites are the one thing that I feel drawn back to. Maybe it’s because I feel more comfortable behind a computer screen than face to face with someone new? Maybe because on the whole I just don’t meet that many people my age. Or maybe there is still that defiant part of me struggling with the idea that single now doesn’t necessarily mean lonely forever.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I hate being single. On the contrary, I like being able to visit friends on the weekends without having someone to check in with. I like not being glued to my phone in case he calls, which I never had to do, but so often felt compelled to do anyway. I like resting in the quiet assurance that God as a plan— but every once in a while it hits you.
You hear that song on the radio that makes you remember how happy you were with him. Or you see a couple deliriously in love and you wonder if it will ever really be that way for you. The
doubt enemy sneaks in little by little until it floods your mind and overwhelms your heart. And you find yourself stuck in this limbo of singlehood and you suddenly feel the thought roll through your head…
“When is it my turn?”
Sometimes I get so caught up in hearing people tell me “It just wasn’t the right time,” that I can’t help but wonder if the right time exists. And just when my ‘singleness limbo’ seemed to be creeping up again, the sermon this week was about physical relationships. God always has a way of knowing exactly what I need to hear when I need to hear it. And it makes saying things like ‘no’ to a free trial on a dating site a little bit easier.
The sermon wasn’t necessarily about not dating- although one of the bullet points in our notes was that if ‘dating’ has become synonymous with ‘sex’ then you need to take a year off of relationships. And while that is not my reasoning for taking a year off- it’s kind of interesting that the weekly sermons and I are kind of on the same page when it comes to things like that.
I can understand that a year seems like a long time for some people. However, it kind of amazes me how quickly some people jump from relationship to relationship. My boss, for example, whose wife just filed for divorce three weeks ago has already informed me that he’s on a dating site.
I’m sorry, but if you’re 50 with 2 kids and 2 ex wives (well, one ex and one soon to be) then maybe you need to think about what you’re doing wrong in relationships before jumping into another one.
He actually said something to me a few days ago that really stuck with me. He said, “I’m 51 and I need to find myself.”
I think sometimes I take for granted the fact that I’m still young. Sometimes you see friends and family getting married and having kids and you think you’re losing time. I know I feel that way a lot.
And I know that comparing yourself with someone else is silly to begin with- because everyone’s life is different. We’ve all faced different things, struggled with different things and learned different things. But in the grand scheme of things- I’m half my boss’s age, and I feel like we’re both facing the same thing.
I can’t help but think of how lucky I am that I figured out now at twenty-six, that I need to do something different in my life. That I need a change. I can’t help but think that I’m lucky I’m not 51 and having the same realization.
And now, for the big news. I’m so excited for next week, when I will get to cross something BIG off the list. I’ve been keeping up with my 2 books a month deal (in February I read all three of the Hunger Games books… more on that later). I have concert tickets to see Snow Patrol (One of my all time favorites and I couldn’t be more excited about it!!) And I’ve been finding some awesome craft projects to keep me busy. But none of those are the ‘big one’. Next week, my mom, sister and I are going on a road trip to Florida.
So far, we’ve got our stops mapped out. We leave in 3 days and we will be gone for a week. My sister and I are hoping for a day at Universal Studios to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, but we’ll have to see if it works out. (I’ve also downloaded all the Hunger Games audio books so I can make my mom obsessed too. shhh don’t tell)
Be prepared for some pictures of the trip! I’m hoping to have a ton of them by the time I get back.
As always friends,