I fondly remember this phrase my friends and I used to toss around when I was younger:
“I’m such a hopeless romantic”
Maybe we were too idealistic. Maybe we were just young and immature. But I think there was something to how we were feeling. A bunch of young people so excited and encouraged to begin dating.
People who so badly wanted to give ourselves to another.
I have been out of the dating scene for 3 years.
The life of dating as a college student was sort of demoralizing. It often seemed like everyone I wanted a relationship with didn’t want a relationship. And, naturally, I’ let wonderful people ago with the idea that I could somehow do better.
Better, it seems, can become nothing pretty quickly.
So I’m posing a bit of a challenge to myself.
Instead of looking for the person of my dreams, I’m going to isolate what I most look for in a partner.
Motivated to help others.
Willing to go on adventures and be a little crazy.
We often are told looks don’t matter
Largely untrue, but I don’t think they matter to me like they did when I was younger.
When I was younger, my idea of looks and sexual compatibility were highly influenced by television and porn. Those rigid, often hetero-normative, ideals never really got me anywhere. I ended up with people who couldn’t be more incompatible with my interests and passions.
Sure, looks matter a bit.
But I went to visited my aunt and uncle yesterday, I was reminded of what love and commitment looks like. The conventional looks they sported in their younger years have long faded, but the partnership remains strong.
I think it’s true what they say. Fall in love with someone’s eyes and personality. The rest is almost guaranteed to sag.
So, I suppose, let operation “don’t end up with a saggy as*hole” begin.