The other side

There’s been a sense of doom hanging over me lately. I’ve thought long and hard about whether I should talk about this at all, because everyone loves how fun I am here, how cheerful and optimistic. Which, I must admit, I am most of the time, more so since I began this. I often get emails that express wonder that I haven’t more more douchebags (I think I haven’t met any), and I nod along in agreement. You’d imagine I’d have more bruised emotions than I have. I have been exceptionally lucky–in two months I have met three times the number of guys I would date than I did in the previous three years. And what guys they have been! Flying in to have dinner with me, writing me adorable emails and then engaging with me so well, effortless conversation: I’ve had it all. It’s pretty great.

And yet.

And yet, when so much effort is followed by an equal amount of flaking, when I have to employ chirpy, jokey reminders to ask for dates over and over again, and not get them, when I’ll call you right back is followed by silence till date, it makes me wonder at the blitheness with which I have accepted that what I’ve learnt before is wrong. I learnt–the hardest way and often repeatedly–that just because a guy says he’s interested doesn’t mean he is (and vice versa), so if he says you’re amazing and he can’t wait to see you again but then somehow never makes plans…listen to his actions. I do know that life can get really busy–I’ve been dying myself–but no matter how busy you are, if you want to keep a connection with someone, you’ll remember to text. Or email. Or call. It only takes a minute.

Of course when you set something up as ‘I want to go on fifty first dates’, understandably people might think you don’t want second dates. But equally, when you say you want to see someone again, understandably they might think you mean it. I try not to do this with other people, but maybe I do.

My point though is that, when I began this, I was filled with such wonder and surprise when I found lovely guys out there, guys who claimed they wanted to date and were upset by the absence of lovely girls, in which bracket they said I belonged. I was delighted to be wrong–clearly it was my sample that had been the problem. Here were charming, engaged guys, articulate and intelligent and interesting. There was still hope for someone like me.

Yup, I have discovered that there is a part of me still that believes in love and forever for myself. Funny, I thought the last guy I threw myself at had cured me. But then we always do no? Still, it seems I might not have made as much peace with myself and my single life as I had originally thought. Or maybe I had, but then a glimpse at the possibility managed to awaken dormant hopes.

This, combined with the expected drying up of interesting potential dates, has made me… not unhappy, but definitely the sun of happiness has dimmed. Of course, that’s life, up and down. Still, there are times when I’ve had a brutal week at work (which seems to be the norm these days) and had to listen to someone spit accusations at me and call me a liar without the power to slam the phone down, those times I do want to come home and crawl into bed next to a warm body that will stroke my back and murmur nonsense at me till I fall asleep. And those are the times I remember that anthropological experiments might be fun and cats might be warm and cuddly, but sometimes being single really is shit.

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18 thoughts on “The other side

  1. I went on a few spontaneous dates too a couple of years back when OKC & Tinder were probably not that big in India.
    Some women stayed in touch, few never met again, and I was guilty of avoiding a few rather ungracefully. Things escalated quickly from one of those encounters and I uploaded a wedding album within 10 months.
    I guess I would have loved to read a blog post dedicated to one of those experience, specially if the blog written as neatly :)

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  2. What I’d love to see is you stop this blog at… hmmmm #26?… and say, “#26, he’s not perfect. Neither am I. But what we have IS perfect! This will be the last post on this blog. Sayonara.”
    #TheGlassIsAlwaysHalfFull

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    • first i am most fascinated by your email address.and most honoured of course. =D
      thank you for that aspiration! some part of me shares it =) though i don’t particularly care which number…
      or are you trying to tell me i think i’m perfect and am too critical?

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      • Some would say that thinking you’re perfect is the antithesis of being too critical. So no, didn’t mean that. :)
        With regard to the aspiration. You’re most welcome. To quote a favourite movie – “Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of good things. And no good thing ever dies.”
        PS: The email address – Considering that you have visited the offline address, I thought you should know that we are secretly rooting for you. I hope the number is smaller than #26. The fewer, the merrier – on the heart. Always.

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      • Just checking. I don’t think so either
        ^_^
        Well if you guys are on my side then I’m in a good place eh? :D
        I raise a glass of your excellent sangria to hope

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  3. Haha. In our profession we tend to be taxonomists of people. And yes, we are on your side. Swing by to our new address. I would offer a glass of sangria on us; but then again, I wouldn’t want the alcohol to be an accessory to lowering your expectations with your date. May the force be with you, have a splendid day! Hic!

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    • haha no no alcohol doesn’t do that to me, no easily anyway =) i’m a tank and proud of it. the new location is too far boo since i live close to the old one but thank you for the offer =)

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  4. You need several bear-hugs, in fact.

    I think the hardest thing about dating is performing that emotional balancing act between not caring overmuch and learning when to care about people. Seeing promising people fizzle out is so awful, ugh. People can be jackasses, and logistics sometimes get in the way—there are so many ways things can go wrong, and trying over and over again takes a big heart, and a brave one too. Hope is such a bitch, non? Yet, I have hope for you boss because yes, no denying it, you’re darn fabulous :-)

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