On July 24th I will return to my North Eastern home. On July 25th, I will be surrounded by family and friends at a wedding. This isn’t a random wedding invite, some connection or another to the bride and groom. No, this is quite the intimate invitation. Holidays, Birthdays, Graduations, and family trips are within the foundation of this connection. Which means all the more people I’ll know, a convenient home coming, getting to see and be with all the major players in one fashionable setting.
I imagine we’ll all settle into the reception, small talk will be made and I’ll be asked the standard questions, "How are you? Do you love Miami? How do you like teaching?" the easy things to answer. But we all know what’s coming “How is your personal life? Are you dating anyone?” ha.ha. Are you talking 1980s dating of going out on multiple dates and feeling out the crowds? Or are we talking about dating as in having a boyfriend? Cause I’m all about the 80s. But let’s not stray to from the atom bomb comments that follow no matter how I manipulate the response that I am in fact “single”….
"How can such a beautiful and intelligent girl be single?" Are you kidding me? Probably because of the two adjectives you placed together in a sentence to describe one person. You think any man can handle that? That’s why. Did I mention I’m opinionated?
When I was in high school I worked my ass off for honors not because my parents told me to, more because I knew if I wanted out of my current circumstance I needed to do more. I was self-motivated to either be a part of team or work out on my own after school. I was tormented my first year of college and stuck through it with the last ounce of self-confidence I had left to just get myself out of bed for class. And I did it and got a 3.7 and an internship out of only one year of college. I proceeded to push my GPA and myself by signing up for fundraising and cycling across the country the following year. I was a part of a team that held the largest event on our campus and raised more money than universities that had triple our population. I went to Rome and had the time of my life. Came home lost all my abroad weight in a month and hustled to get a waitressing job and internship in one summer. Returned for a senior year of my last half-marathon and travel with friends, all from my pocket. Then to casually start to write in a sex and dating column because- why the hell not? Finally to be accepted to TFA and relocated myself to Miami. Paid for my first car along with ALL my bills by myself. I signed up for a program that attempts -at the least- to change an engrained systematic problem within our society. All while setting ambitions to travel the entire globe (and I don’t say that lightly, I will see this planet one way or another) and do something increasingly significant in this world or the next. So yes, these days at my age with every book I read the margin for a suitor gets smaller. And no, I’m not going to apologize for laying out my accomplishments.
Of course I am single. I’m complex. I am interested in the complex. I am interested in someone you can compliment my existence and I will do the same for them. Such an irony that it is a curse for me (a woman) to have this resume. I’d make a great bachelor. Do you know any one my age that can handle that? Probably not- Cue my penchant for older men. Then you have to minus all the ones that are married, settled, chauvinist and not ambitious. I’m faced with the objective of getting to the needle in the haystack. Of course, I’m single.
I want adventure. I want a challenge. I want someone with enough balls to give me what I give. Someone who will offer me something worth learning, a laugh, excitement, but above all respect. The way that I respect myself. The respect of honesty. Alas, now I just put values on the table, now I am really looking for the anomaly.
I am not sure if many men are faced with the same question. However, I do know the socially acceptable defense is that they are young and playing the field. As they should. Where as, I am not sure if society is okay with my numbers. If I haven’t found the needle that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit out playing in the hay.
So, I’m not sure if I’m going to spitfire that response at such a loving occasion. But yes, of course I’m single.