I must be dating myself
To get good at something, you need to love the process The people who get good at signing songs are those enjoy singing scales and doing warmup exercises.The people who get really good at basketball are those who enjoy doing dribbling and layup drills.After long contemplation in regard to the question stated above, I realized the reason I was looking for love was to find some sort of stability in my ever changing world.Only to realize shortly after, that not only is that a high expectation to place on another person, it's also something that can be achieved on my own.Most of us have, at some point, considered what we would do if we could travel back in time.Maybe we would give ourselves some hot investment advice and become millionaires, or change history for the better, or witness our favorite historical event.
A question I posed to myself not too long ago was this: Why am I even looking for love right now in the first place?I am young, ambitious and goal-oriented, and most of the girls I see getting married (let alone into relationships) are setting aside their own dreams to make way for his.As a single feminist that seems absurd and I believe the majority of women in their right mind would agree, yet we still flock back to thoughts of the same five romantic comedies in hopes that our very own Ryan Reynolds is around the corner.It seems like a good excuse, but in fact in every silo you uncover, all you're going to find is a man who didn't care enough to call.
Remember men are never to busy to get what they want.” ― Greg Behrendt “I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.” ― Jodi Picoult, “Well?
Nothing wrong with extra weight, but I wanted to feel healthier in mind and body when I presented myself to myself. As the fateful Friday approached, I agonized over what to wear. I found a solution: I’d ask myself out at p.m., immediately after work, so I’d be well-dressed without seeming as though I were trying too hard. I pondered this for a while, then felt nervous because the answer was taking so long. Even the East Village and Alphabet City are overrun with heterosexual and homosexual couples now. I got there early on Saturday night and gave myself a pat on the back. “I used to love watching ‘Wonder Woman’ reruns after school,” I told myself, sitting down. When the movie ended, I talked to myself a little about some patronizing reviews I’d read, but people were looking at me funny. I ordered Asian fusion takeout, plucked a frosty pint of Ben and Jerry’s from the grocery store, and watched “An Affair to Remember” at home.