Dating had always been a fun experience for me. The whole ritual of getting dress, dinner meals, pretty flowers and the opportunity to sit down with a guy just for the sole purpose of getting to know each other, was exciting to me. But today, after years of focusing on my daughter and her needs, I find dating to be quite intimidating and to be frank, quite tiresome. Though in my mind, I believe that it would be EXCITING to dress up and spend an evening with a nice guy, I then start thinking of what this all really entails.
For one, I have to actually find something to wear. Let me repeat, I have to actually find something to wrap around this body mine. Something that will make me feel pumped for the date and invincible, because at 33 and after one child, my energies are quite depleted. I find that though I want to head out there into the dating world, and I want it to be as fun as it once was, I am not interested in all the little things that really get in the way of my purpose for dating; to find the right person and get married.
At this point in my life, I don’t want to hide the things that are not so pretty, I don’t want to pull out the spanx or pick at my food and take dainty bites. I don’t want to talk about the weather and I certaintly don’t care discuss the statuses on any sports team. I want to have an honest conversation about life, politics and religion. I need “him” to know that I enjoy food (and at times break out a little tune of happiness), that I am curvy for a reason. I want to discuss his standing on faith and his relationship with God. I want to find out if he has a career or a job, and I need him to understand that I have an opinion on just about everything. Most of all I need “him” to know that I have a daughter and she..is.. my WORLD.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t want the pleasantries that come with dating, but I mean – can we be real and honest?
Anyone out there feel the same? Anyone with experiences to share?