Disclaimer: This post is not about dating unicorns. Unicorns are not real.
Since I started dating at the ripe age of 15, I’ve been in six relationships while at the same time attending high school and later university. I have been single for 5x 6 months between boyfriends. I’ve done my share of obsessing about boys and men, trying to change them, trying to change me, compromising, fighting and all that jazz.
I got to know six very different people up, close and personal. And sometimes I think what couldn’t I have achieved, have I not plunged into yet another adventure and instead focused on my studies and career? Of course I also learnt something (sometimes more than other) from being in these relationships. I guess you really are a result of your choices and actions. Maybe these thoughts stem from recently calculating my grade point average (it is not that bad, but not straight A’s either). And perhaps also turning 25 and looking back at my (still) short life are influencing factors.
Last week I went on two dates, and didn’t feel like going on yet another one with either of the guys. They were nice men, good looking, clever and all, but I didn’t have double rainbows in my stomach, or unicorns for that matter (butterflies are so last year). Also, I’m (for the second time ever) consciously trying not to get involved with anyone other than my T-baby (my thesis). I like being on my own, having all the time in the world to see friends, family, read books & blogs, do other nice stuff, and buy way too many pink things without having to explain that to anyone. I feel I need to focus on what I will do the rest of my life. And I don’t want to be distracted. I can always fall in love, right?
Whoa, this was one big mind-blabber straight from the study hall where I should’ve been working on my thesis. Did it make sense?