Romantic relationships confuse me.
When you’re a little girl watching the Disney movie or having the fairy tales read to you, they make it seem so easy. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, and live happily ever after. It’s a done deal, right?
As you get older you realize it’s slightly more complex than that. That boy you like in first grade, well he thinks girls are gross and have “cooties”. He won’t go near you and throws rocks at you every day at recess and lunch. You cry and wonder why he refuses to like you back. Then it comes: anger. You say forget boys. They are stupid anyway. You carry this mantra in your subconscious for the next thirty years of your life. Plus or minus ten.
I was deluded into thinking I would find happily ever after. Why did I think I was so special? I have no clue.
As a grown up I realize that there is no “Prince Charming”. He only exists in the imaginations of young girls or idealistic women. Sure, there are women who will say they have found their “Prince Charming”. Their “Prince Charming” that swears like a sailor, scratches his private parts in public, forgets to put the toilet seat down, or thinks a bowling ball is an appropriate birthday gift.
Yes, he’s everything you wanted the man of your dreams to be.
He’s what you settled for because you woke up and realized that this ball scratching, toilet seat lifting, cursing, horrible gift giver is as good as it’s going to get.
If I sound bitter, it’s probably because I am. Just a little bit. Like I said, romantic relationships confuse me. Maybe they are great when the person you are with is on the same page as you.
Guys I meet seem to be on a whole other planet than me. Or vice versa, just to be fair about it. Either way there is nothing similar about our lives.
He wants kids, I’m not ready.
He wants to move out of state, I like where I am.
He wants a threesome, I prefer a twosome.
He thinks I’m not good enough for him, I think he’s an idiot.
See my perplexing dilemma. Romantic relationships confuse me. Probably because I don’t understand how to make them work. I am in a very selfish place at this moment of my life. I like being able to sleep in my bed without smacking into someone next to me. I like having my freedom and independence. I like being able to be me without being self-concious. I especially like not worrying about falling into the toilet late at night.
There is a flip side as well. When it gets cold at night I wish I had a warm body to snuggle under. My feet are always cold and it would be nice to have a pair of legs to stick them under when I’m reading. Sometimes, I want to share my culinary skill with someone special. Plus, my mom keeps dropping hints about having another baby in the family. Oh, the pressures of being 31 and single.
If this what what you had going on wouldn’t you be confused too?