I’m one of those people who love Christmas. I’m not a midnight-mass kind of gal, but I love the spirit and the hope of the season. The Christmas movie version of it all. I have a friend who was able to tell me that there were 37 new Hallmark Christmas movies this year. I’m not that into it. But the songs. The downtime before planning out a new year. The parties. The catching up. The excuses to eat crap. I love all of that. I know it’s a really hard season for a lot of people as well, but currently it gets me spirited away.
I of course often feel the absence of a partner and family of my own at this time. Speaking with my Mom the other day about potentially taking all of our Christmas gift money and spending it on a trip together next year, her me and my Dad, made me feel like the ultimate spinster (though I would really enjoy it without a doubt).
Tell me about your kids
I really feel the absence acutely when attending Christmas parties with my friends and their families. There are only one or two in my old-school group of friends that have maintained the longevity supporting (apparently) state of singledom. Every year one of these groups of friends celebrates a Christmas in the country and this year there were some conflicts. I couldn’t make one of the dates, while another full family of four couldn’t make any of the other dates. So my hosting friend had to choose between saying no to just me, or to a full family that would almost fill a room. This made me feel sorry that I wasn’t more.
I think this is why I’ve developed a somewhat big personality. I’m often described as the life of the party and I always take pains to bring some sort of spirit-enhancing items (usually costumes) or ideas for fun photos etc. And I always feel like I need to be all the people in one. There’s no time to relax at a party. No one to rely on if I’m having a bad night to pick up the slack. It’s exhausting. I ask all the questions (getting few in return), tell funny self-deprecating stories. The pressure I put on myself to be enough, to hold a solid place at the table, feels big. And most don’t appreciate it, lets be honest.
Single ain’t all bad
But there are moments in all of this that I feel blissfully happy being single. When I see the men some of my friends have chosen. When I see the couples they have become, almost less than more as a whole. The other day I mentioned that being vulnerable was a good thing to one of my friend’s curmudgeon-y husbands and he replied with “being vulnerable is weak.” In moments like that I’m so happy I haven’t landed with someone who dulls my sparkle. Who makes me feel less. Who sees the world in ways that I have no desire to.
Anyhow, Christmas still makes me hopeful that I will one day find the love of partner that I respect and that makes me and him greater in our partnership. And that one day I’ll be able to experience the joy of Christmas with them and through the eyes of our child.
But what about the boys?
It’s always nice when bridging to the new year to have someone to talk to. Some real live hope in the mix. I’m currently talking to three new guys. Three is a charm it seems. Dudes always seem to cycle in once one is already in the mix. They can smell the competition. And then you max out at three, because, well, time. You always hope one will stick. There’s often a moment of unnecessary panic that you won’t be able to choose, but that’s never really a worry that comes to fruition.
Here are my current prospects:
- The sweet guy who hates texting. When I’m with him I feel great and am charmed, but his lack of in-between texts makes me feel distant between dates. He’s kind with a dry wit and seems to have his act together.
- The sprightly joker. Everything is energized with him. He seems like a romantic. A poet. So of course I’m smitten, but I can already feel the flip side of that energy. A recklessness that I’m all to familiar with and not really seeking.
- The friend of a friend. Good job. Kid in the mix. Really funny, but still early days of talking.
I feel incredibly guilty talking to anything more than one guy. Though I know I need to get over that in this day in age. Right now it’s just nice to roll into the new year with some actual, tangible manifestation of my hope.
NY Resolutions are not for suckers
I have all the traditional New Year’s goals. But in relation to this particular area of my life, here are my new year mantras:
- Treat dating as fun and not a means to an end.
- Go into dates without full expectations and relax on the whole emotional masturbation bit. Just because we reach date three doesn’t mean I should be worrying about him as a life-long partner.
- Consider men you are dating from the perspective of how they make you feel, not how they look on paper (though my friend’s boyfriend the other day charmingly reminded me that what he makes financially is all that matters).
- Go on dates! Stop avoiding them. Breathe and relax.
- Do decision weeks with the whole baby thing. Pick a choice, and pretend that is my ultimate choice for a period of time. For example, I choose to have a kid on my own. Journal about how that feels. What I would need to do to make that happen. Etc.
What are your goals for the coming year? All the best in 2019!
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