i was eating dinner with a lovely writer from the program and she asked the question.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
i look down as i begin to cut into the large piece of meat on my plate. earlier in the day, while running errands around the city, we spotted a Middle Eastern restaurant called Grill Kabob. curious, we both decided to meet up at the restaurant after our last class of the day. however, as i played around with the tough beef kabob I wished we would have stuck to a more familiar fare.
"No," i reply as i place my fork down on the table, giving up on my attempt to finish the oddly cooked beef. i look up in time to see my dinner companion give me an awkward and astonished face, as if she'd just bitten into a cut lemon with salt sprinkled on top.
"How old are you?" she questions.
i've always wonder why people, often strangers, ask this question...
ha ha that was my attempt at fiction. but the situation was real. i just came home from dining with a new friend i met while in charlotte, then she goes and ruins the mood by asking me such a ridiculous question. however, since this question is always coming up i'm beginning to wonder if i'm not the problem; and got me to thinking about my relationship portfolio.
i've learned so much about myself from being in relationships. in my first college relationship i met a guy, let's call him Brandon. i met him through my, get this, roommate's cousin....we all attended the same school. quite honestly, i was not attracted to Brandon, but he liked me so much so i figured i should date him. WRONG! he was annoying as crap. i spent the majority of our relationship trying to get out of it! now, 5 years after our relationship i can say we are friends...but he's still annoying as all hell. through Brandon i realized that just because someone likes you, it doesn't mean you should date him.
my next important relationship happened a few years later while still in college. hmmmm, let's call him Brandon 2. and we were so off and on. always fighting and in and out of each other's life...so frustrating. at one point we were secretly together (that's a ginormous hint of a bad relationship if i ever saw one)....ugh! just thinking about this relationship angers me all over again. just recently we were in each other's lives, trying to do the relationship thing...obviously didn't work. but looking back i've realized that i changed myself too much for him. my clothes, my conversation, everything. in retrospect, i was actually physically uncomfortable around Brandon 2 because of i was hiding so much of myself. sigh.
i never want to be in a position where i am not 100% of myself with someone again.
stay fab!
(side note: are these pics cheesy? i try to add pix to break up all the words, but i'm beginning to wonder if it's over the top)
1 comment:
I like this post, I've noticed since being in Cyprus, that Americans tend to ask this question more often, the whole 8 months I've been in Cyprus no one has brought it up once, but I was hanging out with a group of Americans and London and it was one of the first questions they asked. Why do people need to know? I've never understood it, I wouldn't want to know if someone had a bf...but anyway, good post Later!
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