Post by WindSister on Jun 5, 2017 11:39:41 GMT -5
Recalling my post-divorce years and dating brought up a memory of my roommate at that time criticizing me because I dated so much. I did go out on a lot of dates, but then I lived in a metro area - there was no shortage of first dates, especially for someone like me who was daring enough to do it and didn't have kids keeping my schedule busy.
So if it was a weekend I wasn't going camping/backpacking I was most likely getting ready for a date on a Friday night. Well, not a "date" - a "meet and greet," unless it was a second, third or fourth with a man (which I did have a few of those as well).
She would be sitting in her spot on the sectional couch with her dogs on her lap watching tv, see me come down the stairs all gussied up and roll her eyes, "Good gosh, you are meeting another one? You don't NEED a man to be happy." My roommate was on a Christian Dating site, but stated that the men there just wanted sex. Mind you, she never met any men, she could just "tell" by reading the profiles. So to her, me actually MEETING UP with these horned-crazed men was just pure desperation on my part. If only she knew which site I WAS actually using to meet men when I was fresh out of my divorce... (it wasn't Christian Mingle).
Being "me," this messed with my mind a bit. After all, if someone has a criticism of me it MUST BE truth, right? What was wrong with me? Why did I NEED/WANT a man so bad? Why couldn't I just watch a movie and eat popcorn? Why wasn't I happy just hanging out with her and her other gal friends, shopping together, eating out together, cooking together, traveling together? I tried it but didn't have fun. Not real fun. I smiled, faked laughed, fit in as far as they could tell (or not, who cares), but didn't look forward to doing anything with them all again.
Well, it turns out there really wasn't anything wrong with me and I am actually really freaking happy for having gone out on tons of dates, and for getting involved in messy relationships, and letting my heart both get filled and broken again and again and for having tons of pre-marital sexual experiences that would and could possibly even make David Lee Roth blush (okay, slight exaggeration but for me it was something).
My former roommate and her friends live very guarded lives and, compounded to that (even more of the cause for why I couldn't bond with them) the fact is -- they aren't sex people. Sex is dirty. Sex before marriage is not Christian.
All these women had deep trust issues with/for men. Even her DOGS didn't like men. Every dog and child loves my husband but the first time he met her dogs he was terrified, they were ready to kill him. The reasons why I do not know and I am thankful not to know. Her story, though, is simply the first man she fell in love with cheated on her and she literally never recovered. (30 some years later) They made fun of men, laughed at all the stupid sitcoms that man-bashed, yet watched Chick Flicks that romanticized relationships and set unreal expectations in their minds. I thought Magic Mike would absolutely put her over the edge. It was enlightening to watch her reaction to it. I also bought her a "Bro-Mance" video compilation for Christmas that had more male-based movies in them. I don't think she has watched it yet to this day (It was probably donated to Goodwill unopened).
When I met my husband, he was not allowed to visit me at her house. (I rented a room) Her home was her "safe zone" and she didn't need to subject herself to pre-marital sexual situations. (not that we would have had sex there) We shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed together before marriage, that made her very uncomfortable. And that was fine, I obliged. He never stayed there. Her house, her rules. I couldn't wait to move out though! ha
Anyway -- now I know I am the kind of woman who needs a man and I don't feel sorry saying that out loud. NEEDING A MAN does not make me weak. It does not make me less intelligent. I am still a modern, independent woman. We don't have to choose a life of celibacy or being alone to believe in equal rights. I won't get into detail and no, we don't live the lifestyle, but there is also great strength in submitting sometimes. Both partners within a union need to do it at times, though, it is not simply a woman must submit, sometimes the man does too. (not even talking sexually here, just in sharing of a life together). Choosing to live alone so your heart never gets broken isn't "noble" - it's a choice you can make and I am not judging, but don't act like others are wrong for needing a relationship. "Needing a relationship" is not necessarily a "bad thing" even though we hear all the time "no one can complete you" or "love being alone first."
There is truth in those last two statements, but you can experience/practice that WHILE you explore a relationship. We are beautiful, complex beings capable of doing many things at once.
So, she judged me getting dressed up, meeting man after man---- but then I DID meet "the man" -- I wouldn't have met my husband if I hadn't joined E-Harmony that fateful day. He was on the way out, I was on the way in, we exchanged a quick message and the rest is history. If you don't take a chance, get out there, explore, nothing can happen. That's a choice, sure -- but don't judge those who are doing it and don't call them "desperate" to want a relationship. The experience from dating is PRICELESS. PRICELESS!!! It's not a bad thing, it doesn't have to be a bad thing. Even when things go wrong, it's a learning experience. Even if you find yourself crying on the bathroom floor from the pain of it all, it's worth it. To me, I would rather have that than a life of flat-lined experiences watching characters live out my dreams on a screen.
Yes, I need a man. I have him. The journey to him was worth it.
So if it was a weekend I wasn't going camping/backpacking I was most likely getting ready for a date on a Friday night. Well, not a "date" - a "meet and greet," unless it was a second, third or fourth with a man (which I did have a few of those as well).
She would be sitting in her spot on the sectional couch with her dogs on her lap watching tv, see me come down the stairs all gussied up and roll her eyes, "Good gosh, you are meeting another one? You don't NEED a man to be happy." My roommate was on a Christian Dating site, but stated that the men there just wanted sex. Mind you, she never met any men, she could just "tell" by reading the profiles. So to her, me actually MEETING UP with these horned-crazed men was just pure desperation on my part. If only she knew which site I WAS actually using to meet men when I was fresh out of my divorce... (it wasn't Christian Mingle).
Being "me," this messed with my mind a bit. After all, if someone has a criticism of me it MUST BE truth, right? What was wrong with me? Why did I NEED/WANT a man so bad? Why couldn't I just watch a movie and eat popcorn? Why wasn't I happy just hanging out with her and her other gal friends, shopping together, eating out together, cooking together, traveling together? I tried it but didn't have fun. Not real fun. I smiled, faked laughed, fit in as far as they could tell (or not, who cares), but didn't look forward to doing anything with them all again.
Well, it turns out there really wasn't anything wrong with me and I am actually really freaking happy for having gone out on tons of dates, and for getting involved in messy relationships, and letting my heart both get filled and broken again and again and for having tons of pre-marital sexual experiences that would and could possibly even make David Lee Roth blush (okay, slight exaggeration but for me it was something).
My former roommate and her friends live very guarded lives and, compounded to that (even more of the cause for why I couldn't bond with them) the fact is -- they aren't sex people. Sex is dirty. Sex before marriage is not Christian.
All these women had deep trust issues with/for men. Even her DOGS didn't like men. Every dog and child loves my husband but the first time he met her dogs he was terrified, they were ready to kill him. The reasons why I do not know and I am thankful not to know. Her story, though, is simply the first man she fell in love with cheated on her and she literally never recovered. (30 some years later) They made fun of men, laughed at all the stupid sitcoms that man-bashed, yet watched Chick Flicks that romanticized relationships and set unreal expectations in their minds. I thought Magic Mike would absolutely put her over the edge. It was enlightening to watch her reaction to it. I also bought her a "Bro-Mance" video compilation for Christmas that had more male-based movies in them. I don't think she has watched it yet to this day (It was probably donated to Goodwill unopened).
When I met my husband, he was not allowed to visit me at her house. (I rented a room) Her home was her "safe zone" and she didn't need to subject herself to pre-marital sexual situations. (not that we would have had sex there) We shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed together before marriage, that made her very uncomfortable. And that was fine, I obliged. He never stayed there. Her house, her rules. I couldn't wait to move out though! ha
Anyway -- now I know I am the kind of woman who needs a man and I don't feel sorry saying that out loud. NEEDING A MAN does not make me weak. It does not make me less intelligent. I am still a modern, independent woman. We don't have to choose a life of celibacy or being alone to believe in equal rights. I won't get into detail and no, we don't live the lifestyle, but there is also great strength in submitting sometimes. Both partners within a union need to do it at times, though, it is not simply a woman must submit, sometimes the man does too. (not even talking sexually here, just in sharing of a life together). Choosing to live alone so your heart never gets broken isn't "noble" - it's a choice you can make and I am not judging, but don't act like others are wrong for needing a relationship. "Needing a relationship" is not necessarily a "bad thing" even though we hear all the time "no one can complete you" or "love being alone first."
There is truth in those last two statements, but you can experience/practice that WHILE you explore a relationship. We are beautiful, complex beings capable of doing many things at once.
So, she judged me getting dressed up, meeting man after man---- but then I DID meet "the man" -- I wouldn't have met my husband if I hadn't joined E-Harmony that fateful day. He was on the way out, I was on the way in, we exchanged a quick message and the rest is history. If you don't take a chance, get out there, explore, nothing can happen. That's a choice, sure -- but don't judge those who are doing it and don't call them "desperate" to want a relationship. The experience from dating is PRICELESS. PRICELESS!!! It's not a bad thing, it doesn't have to be a bad thing. Even when things go wrong, it's a learning experience. Even if you find yourself crying on the bathroom floor from the pain of it all, it's worth it. To me, I would rather have that than a life of flat-lined experiences watching characters live out my dreams on a screen.
Yes, I need a man. I have him. The journey to him was worth it.