The New Rules is No Rules
More than anything I wish I could have someone in my life with whom to grow and share many different emotions and experiences. But in this day where the Internet has made the world so much smaller and everything more accessible, we are out of time. Everyone is so busy.
It’s like we all have ADD. We have a lot more choices and we are not willing to give someone enough time to get to know them. We are always in the lookout for “what else is out there.” Dates have become obsolete and have been replaced by the non-committal “Hanging out.” And if you put your foot down until you’re asked on a proper date, you’re left there standing alone. Ladies, we have created a society of lazy, inconsiderate and unappreciative men by offering them the pussy on a platter. Toss your “The Rules” book because nobody playing the game is following them anymore. It’s a new game and everyone is out for themselves.
Out of fear to seem needy or uncool, I accept that I am not a priority on anybody’s life. (This is when I miss my co-dependent abusive ex-boyfriend. At least he was all about me). So I act understanding when The German boy has to spend the next few weeks running for hours and riding his bike 100 miles a day a few times a week as training for the upcoming triathlon. Yes, he has the body of an Adonis, but you can achieve that with much less effort and in less time. Instead of telling him that I think Triathlons and marathons are an egotistical waste of time to achieve an accomplishment that is useless in life, I act supportive and understanding because he has my interest. I also pretend to understand The Boy who works as a cook and has so much going on in his life that he’s not capable of dating consistently. Of course, I have way more time although I have a full-time and part-time job, a house and tenant roommates (who act like pre-school children), a dozen mostly elderly pets and no car. But he, in spite of all his issues, has my heart.
But a girl has needs and to my own shock, five days ago I had my first one night stand with a Self-Proclaimed-Bachelor who had a bachelor pad to match. I’m not even good at doing that because I shall see him again to take the edge off. It’s like that old dating trick girls do where they eat dinner before going out on a dinner date so as not to be too hungry and pig out in front of their date. Taking care of business will allow me to be cool and collected in front of the guy that has my attention and the one that has my heart. It’s not my first choice and I’m still keeping my eyes open for that mythical prince charming who’s ready to commit and make me his first priority and his one and only to come galloping in on his unicorn.