Winter is coming an ode to the single life
April 12, 2024 Leave a comment
It’s been five years since my last date – 2019 is the last time I sat across a table with a potential lover. What have I been doing in all that time? Healing tons and tons of healing. It never ends – but I’ve left that phase of a gaping yearning wound needing someone’s child to distract me – save me even.
Surely, the time has come – to ‘seriously’ start looking. It’s almost irresponsible for some at the cusp of forty to find themselves without any romance for a period as long as five years. Though it’s not to say there haven’t been fleeting connections; a few WhatsApp conversations that fizzled into nothingness. And then there were the encounters with not one, but three psychologists, all ending in ghosting. If didn’t have a sense of humour – I’d have taken this as a sign and joined a monastery. Oh yes – I also found my faith in these five years. Went back to my catholic roots. I had an encounter with a catholic priest too – but that’s a story for another day.
Amidst the desert of the last five years all was not lost – I could at least still get phone numbers.
I know we’re not meant to compare ourselves to other people – but what the actual hell. Okay so I want a six pack and the arms of Thor – without hitting the gym – no sir I don’t want to go through all that – but is that what it takes? Are the people getting in and out of relationships and marriages in the gym all day every day? Is that gym Tinder, Bumble and Hinge? Surely the God of Abraham doesn’t want that for me. We are cautioned not to speak to strangers online – it’s bad enough that we get into cars with strangers via Uber. Online dating is not it – it cannot be.
How do they do it – those who seamlessly transitioning between relationships and casual encounters? Are they more outgoing? Do they have a full social calendar, overflowing with engagements? Is that what it takes? Pre 2019 – I was quiet capable of navigating the social scene, perhaps too capable. I was in fact spoilt for choice. I tailored my persona to fit the desires of those I sought, not truly being myself. I felt the need to be gregarious, sound funny and intelligent – irrespective of whom I was with. I’d just switched it on because I believed that’s what the people wanted…and I guess they did.
Me and my millennial friends have grown up now – in a lot of ways. We’re not the chameleons we used to be. Are people our age still resorting to such tactics? Perhaps those of our age, navigating several relationships with ease, are a rarity—especially if they aren’t masquerading behind seven online dating profiles. I don’t know. I have a very small sample size of honest hard working people.
What’s unfathomable to me is that no one is helping. I even tasked an 11 and 12 year old to keep an eye out for a potential for me. They were eager to help – this was last year. I wonder if they still remember this honourable task they’ve been sent on. What then for my friends and acquittances – is there a reason I’m not being set up? It really is obscene that I even have to ask. All my aunts and uncles? In the old days they were central in helping us find marriage – what are they busy with now? Baby boomers are letting us down.
It’s autumn now – as the air grows colder, and the clothes get heavier – spare a thought for your single millennial friends. More than spare a thought – set them up. It’s the humane thing to do.
Post script
Most of what we’re seeking is some practicality more than romance. Community is dead – we need to live with someone who can make sure we’re still breathing every morning when we wake up – or at least every other day.