Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Ramblings of a Young, Single Twenty-Something

I’m pretty quick to contribute my less-than-desirable love life on being gay, but really I’m just looking for something to blame because I’m frustrated with what dating has become no matter your orientation. I was raised to ask someone to dinner and only date one person at a time, which is difficult when you look at where we are in 2015. I can be a little old fashioned sometimes but there are some things I just can’t let go of.

There’s one request I have with dating:

Don’t sleep with anyone else. That’s literally it. All other things are negotiable.

I don’t need you to text me every morning with hearts and smiley faces and I don’t need some grand gesture that lets the entire world know that we’re together. We’re all busy, we all have our own lives, and I can tell you, with 110% certainty, that my career will come before you while I'm starting out. However, I’m only tryna reschedule our date, not cancel it. I can commit, but I'd need someone who's understanding about my ambition and what I'd like to accomplish in life. 

Despite my best efforts, I’m not a perfect person. I don’t have my life together but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want someone at the end of the day to watch cartoons with, drink a beer, and complain about my frustrations at work (which I absolutely love but hey, we all have those days).

Everywhere we see people getting married, buying houses, having kids, and I’m not interested in any of that right now. I’m 23 years old, pushing 24 and I recently got a dog; I already love that pup but it took me this long to finally be responsible for someone else’s life other than my own, and she’s an animal.

There’s all the time in the world for responsibility. I still want to go out and dance on Friday night, I don’t want to ask for anyone's permission (although I'm more than happy to discuss things candidly), and I want to have the freedom to go wherever my career takes me. I just want someone who’s willing to say: I don’t know what this is, but let’s figure it out together. But also understand that if it doesn’t work out, we can go back to doing whatever it was we did before.

This blog post isn’t going to change any of this, but I know that if I’m feeling this way then someone else has to be too, even with all of this new age BS.

Whatever is meant to be, will be. Someday it’s all going to make sense and I’ll look back and laugh at my former, immature self. But right now it’s hard and I don’t like it.


Siiiiiigh. It just doesn’t have to be so difficult.

If you made it this far, many thanks. Rant over.