I shaved my legs for this?
We put so much effort into dating, don’t we ladies? The plucking, shaving, waxing, shopping, makeup application, and the wondering. The wondering is the worst isn’t it? “What does ‘occasional drinker’ really mean? Does he really look like his profile pic? What if we have zero chemistry? I wonder why his last relationship ended. I wonder if he’s been in therapy and he’s been working on himself.” “God I hope so. I don’t think I can handle another man who has no desire to truly know himself.” As you can see, “the wondering” can go on forever.
After my last blind date I’ve decided to be a little more relaxed. I’ll do all the things I normally do because I find great joy in them, but I’ll do them for that reason alone. I’ll be focused less on what this next match will think, feel, want, hope for and more on staying centered, present, and fully embodied. And by embodied I mean that I have a tendency to float away when I’m overwhelmed.
On my last dating adventure, we were smack dab in the middle of a noisy restaurant staring at each other for the first time. Plates were clattering, waiters were dashing from the kitchen to their respective tables, the menu was ginormous both literally and figuratively. I was trying to pick something simple to eat that wouldn’t make a mess of my makeup all while focusing intently on what my date was saying. The woman next to us had just ordered a…
