So, I’m back in the dating realm. It was a conscious, slow decision this time around.
I joined eHarmony and ended up going on three very promising dates with someone who seemed very… promising…
Except he balked when I asked for—basically proof of who he is. Because to be honest, there were some holes, and some things just weren’t adding up.
Granted—I didn’t handle it well. I could have approached the whole thing better than I actually did. I took accountability for the way I handled it, explained how I wished I had handled it, and asked to move forward.
But as the old saying goes, “God is efficient,” and apparently even though so much felt right with the guy… it was to end swiftly. Because even though he “promised” that we would talk once he was back in town, that talk never came.
It got me thinking that I was onto something, that he was indeed hiding some truth that he didn’t want me to know.
There is fire, and there is lust,
Some would trade it all for someone they could trust.
There’s a bag of silver for a box of nails
It’s so simple, the betrayal,
Though it’s known to change the world and what’s to come…
– Come on Home by the Indigo Girls
And so it is, I am single and heading into the first holiday season without my sister and my mom.
I sat in a very full meeting earlier today and caught myself staring at the date: 11/20/2013.
It hit me—like a ton of bricks—that nine days from now is the one year anniversary of losing my mom. Instantly, my mind flashed back to our last conversation, to the last time I saw her (which was on Thanksgiving day last year), to the last time I smelled her scent, to the last time I felt her arms around me.
It’s already been too long.
I kept my composure in the meeting, which I wouldn’t have been able to do only months before now. But now, when I’m at home alone, I am breathless with tears, remembering her smile and her laugh and the way she always knew just exactly what to say, especially when I needed words of encouragement.
I could use those words now, especially about dating…
Nothing helps. Time doesn’t help… time is this cryptic, mystical concept that doesn’t heal anything. The only thing that heals is consciously focusing on healing.
Speaking of healing… my dad and I avoided talking about Thanksgiving for weeks. Finally, I told him that maybe we shouldn’t bother with the meal on Thursday. Maybe we should get together on Friday instead… the 29th… to just be together. That’s the one year anniversary of losing my mama… and I can’t think of anything I would rather do than be around the people who loved her most.
So, that’s what we’re doing.
But Christmas… that’s a whole other story.
I’m not sure I want to do Christmas this year.
I don’t know yet.
For now, back to dating…
I’m not entirely sure how I remain hopeful. It would be so easy to become jaded and assume that every man is a liar and a cheater. But I don’t believe that.
I am a good woman. A really good woman. I have a lot to offer. A lot to give.
And I would like to receive from someone who is equally generous…
And so, I have raised my standards. I have a pretty tall order for the “right” guy, and nothing and nobody will cause me to compromise or settle.
That’s not to say that dating isn’t incredibly frustrating (on multiple fronts… *ahem*).
But, it’s also fun.
It’s fun to discover new people and broaden my own experience. Every interaction I have helps me further refine what and who I am looking for, and that’s positive. So positive, that perhaps I should write a dating book when it’s all said and done!
(It has crossed my mind…)
Of course, dating is exhausting, too… especially when I come across people who tout one thing so loudly, yet their actions deliver opposite results. It pisses me off when people throw around words like “honesty” and “integrity” without truly following through on the meanings of those words with their actions.
And so… those folks get the boot.
And that’s okay.
One thing is certain: I am becoming much more efficient and adept at combing through the dating profiles as well as eliminating those guys who just aren’t for me.
My sincere hope is that he’s out there.
And hopefully not too far away…