Yahtzee Doesn’t Make You An Expert
I dated the same person for most of my high school life (but man, my freshman year was just a revolving door of fun!) and into college. Thus it wasn’t until I got back home that I started learning that dating and married people are always SO willing to “help” the poor single people of the world pair up. Was there some sort of 40 day flood coming that I didn’t know about?!
I remember distinctly the first piece of smug married conversation I had. I was 21 years old and was the youth group leader and occasional musical support at my parents’ church. Standing in a reception room for some sort of Christianal event one of the older women in the church (well, she was only about 55 but older than me!) came up to me and asked “Now, why aren’t you married? What do we have to do to find you a nice Christian man? Really, you are quite pretty dear, so what do you think the problem is?”
I was tempted to spit my dishwater punch in her face, mostly because I was so taken aback I had lost all control over my body. But hey, she did at least tell me I was pretty.
As a single person of an older age (29…I know…spinster) I have a lot of friends “helping” me to date. A friend of mine recently wrote about the need for quality over quantity in dating (she’s only 25, so there’s still time and hope for her I guess) and I agreed so much. I adhere to the idea “Anything less than a mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of your time. There are far too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them.” This isn’t to say I won’t date unless I’m infatuated or that I am only interested in a certain type of guy or that I’m desperately looking for love or that I’m too shy/loud/crazy/timid/etc.
But adorably paired-up people, think about this. Did you get married because you found the love of your life or did you get married because you got really good at the game of dating and that’s the only reason you hit Yahtzee? All the advice and information and stories, while fun, are merely things that worked really well for you. Last I checked, I am me and you are you. And I just haven’t found my little blue peg yet.
I really DO appreciate people caring enough to gently prod and harass me, it’s like how my Dad comments on one of my social media sources daily cause he loves me (in case anyone is wondering, the only advice my Dad has ever given me about dating is “We’d be ok if you dated a Jewish man, you know that right?” He’s adorable…) And I know that you all mean well and are blissfully happily only-slightly-irritatingly in love with your partner so I do like to take in some of what is said. Life is all about growth, right?
However, I’m pretty sure as soon as I find someone that I really do want to date for more than 3 dates and fall in love with and make babies with, I will be much less bumbling and awkward about it. I think…
To date, the best piece of advice I’ve gotten from a married person is this: If you are not used to wearing a wedding band on your hand, then you should probably practice a bit before you go for a full on face-palm, lest you will leave a welt.
(Photo Credit: Getty Images)
(Song Referral Credit: My welt-faced friend’s wedding song was the little blue peg song by ScribbleMonster…not advice but this may be my favorite wedding song ever!)
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