You’re a Lot More Than Your Relationship Status
I’ve had some really interesting conversations with readers lately. It’s made me realize that there are things I just can’t give you — I’m not out there in the trenches, I’m an observer. I have plenty to say, and I hope you find it worthwhile, but I’ve decided to feature guest posts occasionally from readers who are living it, and who have something to add to the conversation. If you’ve got an idea, and you like to write, shoot me an email. Today I encourage you to share your own experiences and opinions in the Comments section. The best thing about blogging is the opportunity for readers to interact not just with the writer, but also with each other. I love the community here, and I think you will too!
Today I’m pleased to share a guest post from D, author of the blog Decoybetty. Many of you will recognize her from the Comments section – I think she’s been with me almost from the beginning. Decoybetty is a journal of D’s life as an American student in Australia. What I enjoy most about D’s writing is her positive, humorous take on life. She has in abundance that crucial component of charm: the ability to laugh at herself. Until recently, D’s been on the market, meeting guys, navigating the world of online dating, but she has never allowed her relationships, or lack thereof, to define her. I asked her about it, and she felt strongly about this question of identity.
Susan and I recently got talking about how women define themselves on the internet. And then Susan was like “Could you do a guest post for me?” and I was all “Totally.” Then, she asked me to think about how’d I like to be introduced on Hooking Up Smart. Ah, that’s the crux of the problem, isn’t it?
I read a lot of blogs, and I’ve noticed that women have a tendency to write something like this in their About Me section: “I am a single 29 year-old girl from Some Town, Wisconsin.” Which leaves me asking, “No, who are you?!” and also, “What’s up with that?” Since when has one’s relationship status defined who they are? Is this all because of facebook? (I like to blame facebook for most of the world’s problems, but this might be because of that time my boyfriend broke up with me by changing his facebook status from “in a relationship” to “single” and changing his About Me section from “Hanging out with D” to “Hanging out with Gina.”)
I got a bit ahead of myself there. First things first. Let me tell you About Me. I am 24. I was born in the back of a Subaru in New England. I was nerdy in high school, (wait, time-out) I am still nerdy! I majored in physics in college. Now, I live in Australia, and I just completed my Master’s degree. Oh, wait, that’s not what you wanted to know, is it? I’m a little hurt that you don’t care about my academic achievements! – Fine I get it, who doesn’t like to talk about boys? That’s why we’re here, right?
I didn’t date much in high school. And by “not much” I mean that I had one boyfriend for nine months. That’s it. I didn’t date much in college either. My sophomore year in college I wrote this post on my blog. It was a description of the relationship that I wanted to have someday. It defines the person that I wanted to be in that relationship. It’s about how I wanted to feel. I’ve never made a list of the qualities of Mr. D’s Boyfriend, because I’ve been waiting for the gut feeling that told me this was the guy. You know — the guy who’d make me feel safe and allow me to be the best version of me that I can be (without joining the army). So whether he makes a lot of money or comes from a good family…I couldn’t care less. But I had to hope that He Who Must Exist would actually exist and, furthermore, that he could like a girl like me. Spoiler Alert: He exists. I think I found him.
Here’s the thing. If you asked me who I was when I wrote that post I would tell you that I was a 19 year-old girl spending winter break babysitting my nephew and suffering from a really bad case of the stomach flu. That I studied physics and I loved the TV show Mad About You. That I had never cried during a movie – not even The Notebook – and that I thought that Casablanca was slightly overrated. I would tell you that I didn’t know what I was going to be when I grew up and that it was really hard for me at the prestigious New England college that I attended because all the students had career goals and I didn’t have A. Single. One.
I would not have described myself as single. I would not have defined myself as a gal without a fella. But if you asked me how I saw my life in five years, I would have said “I hope that I will have fallen in love with a boy and a job, and that I am making a difference and I pray to all things holy (puppies, chocolate, and John Cusack) that I have a puppy.” But who I was then and what I wanted to have in my life in five years are two very different questions, no?
Let’s get back to the present. I started online dating last March. I am not sure why I decided to try it. I was hoping I’d get the practice dating that I never got in college, plus I was bored. Also, immigrating to a new country is hard, and I hoped that even if I didn’t meet the man of my dreams I’d meet some friends. And, to be honest, I thought it would be great blog fodder.
A couple of weeks ago I deleted my online dating account.. Why? Because I met someone who makes me feel safe and makes me feel like, well, me. On my blog I call him Inspector Climate. I don’t think he owns cords or flannel shirts. He probably isn’t a better skier than I am. But he makes me feel so safe, he laughs at me and with me. He is considerate and kind. He is better at tennis than me (to be real, nearly everyone is), and although we haven’t played yet, I am fairly certain he’ll be patient and encouraging as I hit the ball all wobbily-knobbily.
So, who am I now? I’m a girl struggling to build a home for herself several thousands miles away from my family and friends. I am building my career and looking for a job. I’m silly and goofy, and if I do say so myself, I have kickass hair. I like dancing in kitchens. I am a picky eater and I think pajamas are the best clothing ever. I do yoga four times a week and I cried (finally!) during Marley & Me. That’s who I am. I also find myself using “we” a bit more frequently. “Yes, we’re going to his work’s Christmas party.” “No, we can’t…Monday night is the night I cook him dinner and then we go to yoga, together.”
My point is that I urge you to find out who you are and how you define yourself outside of your relationship status. Because that is all it is, a status. If you look up “status” in the dictionary, it just means your position relative to the position of someone else…hey, y’all, it’s all relative! Honestly.
I don’t care if you are single, married, divorced, taken, or if it’s complicated. I care if you think She’s The Man is comedic genius or if you’re on Team Federer or Team Nadal. I certainly care if you like Pat Benatar and I am intensely curious as to what is your favourite Pat Benatar song is. Mine is “We Belong.”
Even if you tell me all that will I really know you? Of course not, but it’s a start. I’ll know you better than if you just tell me that you’re without a partner.
Who are you?
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