Why I stopped looking for love… by @KellySeal
Why I stopped looking for love (at first sight)
When I was dating, a man’s potential as boyfriend material was based on one elusive thing: chemistry. I craved instant attraction, the kind that makes you weak in the knees, or at least want to rip the guy’s clothes off in the middle of dinner.
Usually the men I met were a little less…exciting. We made polite conversation, laughed at each other’s jokes, and I tried to avoid touching them so they wouldn’t get the wrong idea. They were nice enough, but they didn’t move me. So why should I waste my time?
I thought that love would be an instant knowing. That chemistry doesn’t lie, so it must mean real and true love is there for a spark to exist. This was my first mistake.
One day I got tired of searching for this elusive feeling in my boring dates, one that seemed to appear more easily when I was much younger and ready to jump into relationships with boys who rode motorcycles or smoked pot and perpetually had to wipe the hair out of their eyes. I was looking for how I felt in those heady days of being a young twenty-something, and discovering that as I grew older either the men out there were getting worse or I was getting pickier. But neither was the case.
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love. But then what about those boyfriends who I thought were “the one” because of our chemistry, who ended up being fickle or scared or both? The truth is, real love is what happens when you think of things in a different way. When you’re ready to change.
I started to date with abandon, because I didn’t care anymore. I’d done things one way and it hadn’t worked – shouldn’t I try another way? I didn’t judge based on chemistry anymore, and because of that, everyone seemed infinitely more appealing. I had more fun, I enjoyed myself without stressing out about my list or what a man’s intentions were or whether or not he was right for me, and I sunk in the new feeling of “what the f***,” because I wanted to like dating again. I wanted something to change. And it did.
When I let go of how I expected love to happen, it happened. I got out of my own way, so then I could see it more clearly when it made its appearance unexpectedly. Unlike the slap in the face of chemistry, this love snuck up slowly but surely, not announcing its presence but allowing me to finally see it.
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