Old fashioned dating and the modern breakup

Well, I’m back – not that I’m entirely sure that anyone but my best friend noticed but hey let me pretend for a moment longer that someone (I do not personally know) reads my little ramblings. So let me start:

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At least Carrie got a note…

In many respects I find myself rather old-fashioned, I do not have wi-fi in my home, facebook nor do I subscribe to any television networks or dating websites/apps which render the dating world a whole lot more accessible (not that I write off the idea quite yet).

No, I am old-fashioned young(ish) human that enters the dating world first by meeting the person physically (bars, shopping malls, neighbours, gym, bumping into randomly), exchanging numbers (surprisingly a cellphone and not landline) and then pursuing conversations, meeting up a couple of times until we either end up dating (usually rather casually – hey that rhymed) or parting ways.

However, there is one aspect of modern dating that I cannot escape and, experience more often than I care to admit, and that is the modern break up. I find, on many an occasion, that when dating someone I believe everything to be going swimmingly and then no words, no texts, nothing –incognito. And the existence of your former flame seems like a foggy dream you once had yet struggle to hold onto or remember.

In my mind, I can’t help but wonder; do I not deserve the courtesy of being told I am no longer interesting, that you grew tired of catering to my company?

Hmmm I’m not sure I enjoy this modernity. Have we moved so forward in technology that courtesy, manners and respect have been out-programmed in our human nature.

Crossing International borders

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It appears I have a weakness… A weakness for pilots,adventurers, game Rangers, anyone who travels… And travels a lot.

These type of men pack their bags at a whim and dash off for an adventure the minute their hearts get restless and their passports feel emptier than it did a day before. These men are perfect.
And in this I find comfort, as it caters to my commitment-phobia whilst also catering to my need for romance. Hence, my seeing yet another pilot at the moment .

My view to them is what happens over international borders is their business, so I never ask what misbehaviors they have experienced or entanglements they decided upon.

This got me thinking; does the same apply to me?

I’ve grown rather restless in the last few days and sense that another country may need my presence. So, I wonder if the pilot will take the same stance on international romances as I do?

In the dating game, what international boundaries can be crossed?

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(Pictures: Pinterest.com)

“Don’t worry, the right one will come along.” 


It is peculiar that when you’re in a relationship there is no question as to why you are in one, unless you constantly complain out loud, and even then there is suitable defense for it. However, should you find yourself happily swimming in the single pool, your single lifestyle is questioned beginning with why and then ending on a “don’t worry, the right one will come along”, and often said by strangers, people of the unknown who have no clue who I am or why I am (entitled much?).

Wait! I wasn’t worried. At all! I was having fun swimming along the single pool much like Dory and enjoying the adventures that were bestowed upon my path….now I have to worry? I’m confused.

Yes, I would like a relationship at some point, but with a degree almost completed, a fashion internship that is just beginning and a renewed passion for outdoor activities and sport ( best I look good naked, me thinks), I can’t say it is my number one priority, nor can I say I was worried about it.

Thank you stranger, you have added a dimension to dating I wasn’t aware of, but I refuse to immerse myself in your world of worry and instead, like Dory, I shall just keep swimming thanks.