Even when you’re single, people are going to want you to define what your specific status is. Whenever you start seeing someone, it’s only a matter of time until someone asks you to label whatever it is you are. It’s not a possibility — it’s inevitable.
Maybe it’s your friends, who might just be curious; maybe it’s your family, who might just be (with love) checking in to make sure that you’re not going to die alone; or maybe it’s the person you’re seeing, who might just be gauging your temperature with everything.
Whenever you start talking to someone, you have to understand that questions surrounding what you are will come with the territory.
While I’ve always believed that, and expected it whenever I was talking to someone, I never thought it was something that would happen when I was single. I’ve always believed single is just, well, single. Solo. Unaccompanied. Unattached.
Like anything with dating, I should have known it’s never that simple. “Are you single and… ready for something serious?” Not even a little bit. “Are you single and… on the rebound?” Well since I don’t know how to define when you’re on the rebound, I’ll just say no.
“Are you single and… ready to mingle?” I don’t know that I want to see anyone formally yet. “So then what the fuck are you?” I’m single. The end.
The only thing more baffling to me than why every state of our dating life must have a specific title attached to it is why some people feel the need — or feel they have the right — to badger others about their dating life.
In a perfect world, two people could meet, start seeing each other, and just let things unfold naturally. If it starts out as casual dating and blossoms, so be it; if it starts out as friends with benefits and it blossoms, so be it; if it crashes and burns in two weeks, so be it.
Dating is hard enough as it is, but so many of us make it harder by putting this unnecessary pressure on ourselves to define whatever the hell it is you are.
This is coming from a guy who thought that he fell in love at first sight; a guy who has squandered several opportunities with incredible women by either forcing the issue or simply not being patient enough; and, more than anything else, a guy who was too often afraid to speak his mind for fear of how his significant other would react.
I’m not done learning from my mistakes because I know that I’m going to make countless more in the future. What I hope is that I have learned from my past mistakes so that history does not repeat itself.
It’s okay to be single and want to sleep around with no strings attached. It’s okay to be single and ready for a relationship, regardless of when your last one ended. It’s okay to be single and not ready to see anyone else seriously. It’s okay to be single and not ready to see anyone, period.
Most importantly, it’s okay to be single and confused.
It’s okay to not know what your heart wants. It’s okay to be emotionally befuddled and lost because we all find our own way in time. Once you realize that, it doesn’t make the dating world seem like such a scary place.
Everything doesn’t need a title; we just think it does.