Driving Down PeachTree Doing 80 in a 50 While Taking A Selfie And Calling My Bestie To Tell Her About This Guy I Met...
If this title confused you, then hold onto your bootstraps, purse straps, jockstraps, and whatever type of strap you can find because it's about to be a bumpy ride! The art of dating is quite arguably one of thee most exhausting journeys I have ever been on. If I had to describe it, I would say it feels like a full-time job with no benefits or weekends off. A never-ending cycle of great beginnings that ultimately turn into broken promises, goofy behavior, silly unexplained emojis, and emotions that are left on the table. Oh boy, this is super fun, said no one ever! Grab a glass of wine, get comfy, this is about to get real interesting! Who am I kidding, just bring the bottle because you are going to need it!
It’s been a normal weekend like any other. Early morning google searches with one eye open, mild contemplation about devising a get rich in 30 days plan, a hunger in the pit of my stomach so strong I fear I will buy pointless things when I make my grocery store run, and a permanent fixation on finding the perfect bouquet of fresh flowers. I should point out that I buy fresh flowers often, so this is not just because it’s a national day of love. I should also point out that I told a couple of friends I was purchasing a bouquet for myself because it’s a national day of love. Hey, I could change up at any moment, but that’s not the point.
As I enter the store it is as if Valentine's Day has exploded and the reminders that I am single are flashing before me like a neon sign at a late-night massage parlor. You simply cannot miss it!
There are flowers by the grapes, a few bouquets by the spaghetti squash, and an entire sea of flowers by the mixed nuts. Interpret that in whichever way you like. As I approach the beautiful assortment of flowers, I see the perfect bouquet I must have. Having left my glasses at home I can’t tell if that is a $5 sign or if there is a 5 followed by another number and two trailing zeros. As my vision zones in, I yell through my mask, '$59 for that! Are you kidding me???' The lady behind the flower counter in the perkiest voice, ‘Hi, how are you today?!’ It’s as if she knows I am the masked bargain shopper who scrambles through the discounted, yet older seasoned flowers every other Saturday. Today is no exception, I'll return on Monday when the prices have returned to the normal single person rate.
It's no surprise that this day is not a favorite for many while for some it's the day they wait for every year. I've been both, however, the more I learned the true meaning of love, the more I realized how hopeless of a romantic I really am. Sometimes all we need is love to remind us just how amazing it is. It feels good to see people embark on new beginnings, find love, make great memories, and enjoy genuine happiness. I'm not mad at the process in the least bit.
Love is a universal language that we all speak in our own unique ways. You don't have to wait for Valentine's Day to show your love and affection to family, friends, or that special someone but it's fun, terribly cute and a few flowers never hurt anyone. Be creative and do something special for him/her, put on your favorite dress, spray on the cologne that makes her go crazy, and just let go and let something different in for a change. Life is fleeting, find something worth living for and do that, repeatedly.
To all the lovers, admirers, family, friends, new or old relationships, and single people across the globe, Happy Valentine's Day!
Let all that you do be done in love -1 Corinthians 16:14
Dating is absolutely nothing like the good ole days when a guy in class would slide you a note and inside it simply read, check yes or no if you like me. If you checked yes, you instantly had a boyfriend who would possibly hold your hand in between classes. If you checked no, well, prepare for that guy who liked you enough to write a sweet and endearing note with cute little check boxes to ignore you as if you were Casper the Friendly Ghost. You suddenly become invisible as if you never existed. Funny how that works! Maybe it seems a bit over-dramatic seeing as though hand-written notes were happening somewhere around the 7th & 8th grade. To the person on the receiving end of that note it felt like you were living out a scene in your favorite love story that your parents forbid you to watch.
By no stretch of the imagination does writing a note signify the beginning of a relationship, however everything has a starting point so just maybe this is how your destiny begins. Without having a crystal ball and the ingredients to make a special love potion to make him or her fall madly in love, you just have to stick it out and deal with it like the rest of us. Sure, beginners' guides are great to read if you are making a gingerbread house, but they are quite lackluster when the topic is dating and relationships. Get down and dirty with it and do it the old-fashioned way, the new millennial way or whatever way moves you and gets your heart pumping. It's all up to you, but make it fun, exciting and something to remember!
Have you ever noticed that nearly every situation and encounter, you are asked about your relationship status or lack thereof? Visiting the doctor, catching up with friends, applying for a loan, adopting a pet, shoe shopping, and pretty much any situation you can think of or exaggerate about. Trust me when I say the list is never ending and it only seems to grow as we get older.
Maybe for some the end goal is not necessarily to find a soulmate, but to find their version of happy with someone who makes them smile at least 3 times a week and asks them how their day was. It is perfectly fine to want something different than the status quo. Commercials, ads, songs, movies, society, friends and even family push standards, trends, and beliefs our way without knowing what we truly need, and without realizing it we begin to accept all of those things and embrace and seek what others say we 'should' be looking for and ultimately lose a bit of ourselves in the process.
AJ writes & blogs from her home in Indiana. You can also find her work as a contributing writer at www.groovmagazine.com
"This is how you do it; you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard." -Neil Gaiman