A friend recently told me that my problem with dating is that I have adopted the Meghan Trainor's "No" philosophy. Now while I don't buy that 100%, I will admit (on occasion) that my general vibe might be "no."
If you havent' heard the song about which I speak, the song starts out like:
I think it's so cute and I think it's so sweet
How you let your friends encourage you to try and talk to me
But let me stop you there, oh, before you speak
Nah to the ah to the, no, no, no
My name is no
My sign is no
My number is no
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
Nah to the ah to the, no, no, no
Now, in MY defense, I'm not interested in dating someone 18 years my elder, nor vice versa. You see, my oldest son thinks I should become a cougar, and my younger son argues I don't have enough money for that. While my younger son is far closer to the truth, there is also my reasons, I'm not interested in anybody 20 years younger. It is fantastic, that my boys can spend time debating what I, their mother, do in my dating life. Really boys? (It does pass some time in a long car ride--I will give them that! Confined space--all the better!)
Then, I have these other "rules." If he changes plans at the last minute consitenly--Next! If he irritates (or offends me) which sometimes happens before we even officially go out...next. If he stalks me...next. If he is too clingy...next. If he ignores me for periods at a time...next. Well, shoot, I've never thought of myself as Goldilocks but maybe, I am. This one is too... This one is too...
It is good to have people look out for me. One of my friends has a new one-year goal. It started as a joke, and well, shoot, who am I kidding, it is still a great source of laughs, but she and her husband are to find me a good man before next May. The list: must be able to carry on conversation, must make an effort for the relationship--and me, must make me laugh, must be able 'fit in' at 'grip-and-grin events, must be able to put up with my crazy, yada yada. Alright, Alright, before you say it...the putting up with my crazy is probably the biggest one. They are pretty convinced they can find someone. :\
It's good to have it as a friend/family affair though. While it might take a village to raise a child, apparently, it takes the same village to find me a man.
I have my Private Investigator friend who finds out info on someone before even suggesting him--comes with a form of a CV. The friend that randomly throws out names, for which I say, well, should I be concerned what his boyfriend says? And then there is my son. Not too long ago, he son texted me while waiting for a play to start, "Do you think they guy sitting next to you is married?"
I replied, "The one that has his arm around his significant other?"
His response was, "You can take her. I know it."
The world is full of possibilities. So, with my list of "No's" in hand, I will continue my Goldilocks Journey. I'll keep you updated--maybe as sooner rather than later. ;-)
If you havent' heard the song about which I speak, the song starts out like:
I think it's so cute and I think it's so sweet
How you let your friends encourage you to try and talk to me
But let me stop you there, oh, before you speak
Nah to the ah to the, no, no, no
My name is no
My sign is no
My number is no
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
Nah to the ah to the, no, no, no
Now, in MY defense, I'm not interested in dating someone 18 years my elder, nor vice versa. You see, my oldest son thinks I should become a cougar, and my younger son argues I don't have enough money for that. While my younger son is far closer to the truth, there is also my reasons, I'm not interested in anybody 20 years younger. It is fantastic, that my boys can spend time debating what I, their mother, do in my dating life. Really boys? (It does pass some time in a long car ride--I will give them that! Confined space--all the better!)
Then, I have these other "rules." If he changes plans at the last minute consitenly--Next! If he irritates (or offends me) which sometimes happens before we even officially go out...next. If he stalks me...next. If he is too clingy...next. If he ignores me for periods at a time...next. Well, shoot, I've never thought of myself as Goldilocks but maybe, I am. This one is too... This one is too...
It is good to have people look out for me. One of my friends has a new one-year goal. It started as a joke, and well, shoot, who am I kidding, it is still a great source of laughs, but she and her husband are to find me a good man before next May. The list: must be able to carry on conversation, must make an effort for the relationship--and me, must make me laugh, must be able 'fit in' at 'grip-and-grin events, must be able to put up with my crazy, yada yada. Alright, Alright, before you say it...the putting up with my crazy is probably the biggest one. They are pretty convinced they can find someone. :\
It's good to have it as a friend/family affair though. While it might take a village to raise a child, apparently, it takes the same village to find me a man.
I have my Private Investigator friend who finds out info on someone before even suggesting him--comes with a form of a CV. The friend that randomly throws out names, for which I say, well, should I be concerned what his boyfriend says? And then there is my son. Not too long ago, he son texted me while waiting for a play to start, "Do you think they guy sitting next to you is married?"
I replied, "The one that has his arm around his significant other?"
His response was, "You can take her. I know it."
The world is full of possibilities. So, with my list of "No's" in hand, I will continue my Goldilocks Journey. I'll keep you updated--maybe as sooner rather than later. ;-)