Skeletons

A grain of salt

Skeletons

It seems that all my friends, single or booed up, are experiencing dating dilemmas.

There’s my friend who accidentally on purpose found pictures of her boyfriend’s ex in compromising positions. She was distraught. I consoled. Being the level headed person that I am, I told her to forget it, it was just a picture. He loves you. But we both came to the agreement that you shouldn’t snoop if you can’t handle it. In the Mario’s famous words, “I don’t want to know”. Being with someone and sharing a life with them is a beautiful thing, but everyone has some skeletons in the closet, or secrets that you just don’t share. In matters of the heart, there are some things that are better left unsaid. (That being said, I too fessed to having snooped. Lets be real, who hasn’t looked over their significant other’s mail, took a “peek” in their drawer while they were out?)

And then there’s another friend who monitors how much time he spends with each date in order to…actually I don’t really know why. And I’m not even touching on my friends who are between relationships, i.e., still sleeping/on and off with the ex but actively dating other people. I could go on about and on…

Which brings me to my current situation. My dating usually falls into two categories:
1) I go on a few dates and then run away from the guy because he is too boring, nice or obsessive;
2) A male friend confesses his love to me/tells me that he thought all the time we spent together was dating. Opps. And then I run away. Get the drift?

However, the past few weeks I have been spending time with someone new and really enjoying it. Which then caused me to panic and ask friends for advice, which ranges from the crazy, to the normal to the just somewhat weird. Some conversation excerpts include

“ After the first date you must wait at least three days to call, and then diminish that by one day for each date” “You can’t text until 4-5 dates unless it’s just a booty call” “If you kissed with tongue you can call the next day. A peck is two-three days”.

Geez, has it always been this complicated? Is this what the 21st century is all about?
In the paraphrased words of the infamous E.Waples, “when will we ever stop playing games?”

I believe the moral of this story is to take it all with a grain of salt.


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