When you really think about what makes you happy in life, I would imagine that for most people being in love (or at least knowing someone loves you) would be somewhere in that list. I would imagine that just about everyone would eventually break down and admit that they would enjoy feeling wanted/needed, etc.
However, when you look at today's "dating" rituals, this hardly seems to be the case.
If you think about the last date you had that you really enjoyed, what was it about the date that made you have fun? Conversation with that person? Flirting? Maybe holding hands or even a kiss at the end of it all? Whatever it was, it made you smile... even after you were on your way home. And yet, he never called back. Didn't he have a good time? Surely it wasn't that bad if you got a kiss, right?
And so here is my question? Whatever happened to people just wanting to find someone to be happy? Why are we always looking at someone with one eye looking for the next best thing? Hoping to start something with this new person, while having one foot out the door just in case he turns out to be a jerk. Is it our instant gratification society which has spoiled us to getting whatever we want right now, and then turns on us when we realize that you can't make a heart decide a life-long choice in a split-second?
I look around and see so many people in love and happy. They are soo excited to start building their life together in their new-found bliss. Of course, this is a wonderful thing-- proof that good guys still exist. However, the saying "you may have to kiss a thousand frogs before you find your prince" is somewhat troubling to me... Wouldn't you contract some form of warts after kissing so many frogs?
Obviously, this is a metaphor... But just as they call men "frogs," couldn't the "warts" that are often transferred after contact with a frog, be seen as the true blemishes/injuries that are often left from our encounters with so many of the wrong men? It truly worries me to think about the state of our hearts and even egos after meeting so many who simply discard us after we took a chance and gave them the benefit of the doubt.
Everyone says you've got to keep getting out there... but what about those who were avid surfers and then one day saw a shark fin a little too close? or even worse, were bitten? Should they really get back out there? Don't you think there would be severe psychological damage if they've gone through something as traumatizing as losing a limb during their favorite pastime? I don't know... I just think that it really stinks when you stand up, brush yourself off and go into a new situation with a bright smile and nothing but optimism and then have the exact same thing done to you that you were afraid of all along. When is it enough? Do guys just get some sick thrill out of dazzling a girl and then simply forgetting about her? Knowing that she's probably spent at least a few hours wondering what could've possibly gone wrong?
It's definitely going to take a lot to prove that men aren't cruel, because from where I'm sitting, that's all I see. One sick game... that I really have no more desire to be a part of.
However, when you look at today's "dating" rituals, this hardly seems to be the case.
If you think about the last date you had that you really enjoyed, what was it about the date that made you have fun? Conversation with that person? Flirting? Maybe holding hands or even a kiss at the end of it all? Whatever it was, it made you smile... even after you were on your way home. And yet, he never called back. Didn't he have a good time? Surely it wasn't that bad if you got a kiss, right?
And so here is my question? Whatever happened to people just wanting to find someone to be happy? Why are we always looking at someone with one eye looking for the next best thing? Hoping to start something with this new person, while having one foot out the door just in case he turns out to be a jerk. Is it our instant gratification society which has spoiled us to getting whatever we want right now, and then turns on us when we realize that you can't make a heart decide a life-long choice in a split-second?
I look around and see so many people in love and happy. They are soo excited to start building their life together in their new-found bliss. Of course, this is a wonderful thing-- proof that good guys still exist. However, the saying "you may have to kiss a thousand frogs before you find your prince" is somewhat troubling to me... Wouldn't you contract some form of warts after kissing so many frogs?
Obviously, this is a metaphor... But just as they call men "frogs," couldn't the "warts" that are often transferred after contact with a frog, be seen as the true blemishes/injuries that are often left from our encounters with so many of the wrong men? It truly worries me to think about the state of our hearts and even egos after meeting so many who simply discard us after we took a chance and gave them the benefit of the doubt.
Everyone says you've got to keep getting out there... but what about those who were avid surfers and then one day saw a shark fin a little too close? or even worse, were bitten? Should they really get back out there? Don't you think there would be severe psychological damage if they've gone through something as traumatizing as losing a limb during their favorite pastime? I don't know... I just think that it really stinks when you stand up, brush yourself off and go into a new situation with a bright smile and nothing but optimism and then have the exact same thing done to you that you were afraid of all along. When is it enough? Do guys just get some sick thrill out of dazzling a girl and then simply forgetting about her? Knowing that she's probably spent at least a few hours wondering what could've possibly gone wrong?
It's definitely going to take a lot to prove that men aren't cruel, because from where I'm sitting, that's all I see. One sick game... that I really have no more desire to be a part of.
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