“Of course I am, sweetheart,” she said. “I just hope you find somebody is all.”
Which means “blah blah blah blah blah to all of the great things you just said, but you’re still single.”
The thing is, I know what she meant to say. I didn’t actually take it to heart. And had she articulated it further, it would’ve sounded something like “I just hope you find somebody because I imagine you feel incomplete on your own right now.”
The truth is, I’m not. I’m not overly eager to be in a relationship and I’m not even remotely upset that I’m not. For the first time that I can remember, I’m almost completely apathetic to the idea of calling a girl my girlfriend.
It’s ironic, too, when you consider that I’ve gone out of my way to write about dating and love almost exclusively for the past six months. And each post is an attempt at uncovering some new angle, or inspire you to ‘go for it.’ Sometimes I speak honestly about my own situation, and other times I’m downright pessimistic.
But up until this point, I haven’t been apathetic. And I am now.
When I responded to my mother’s statement by telling her that I was actually doing just fine exactly where I was, with no love interests and no problems with it, she was as surprised as I was to say it. She’s used to her hopeless romantic son, and so am I.
But maybe apathy, at least temporarily, is a good thing. Maybe dating apathy is the equivalent to finally applying logic and rational thinking to the way I approach relationships, which has historically been rare (but improving).
Instead of falling head over heels, or face first (same thing), maybe now I’ll objectively look at potential dating prospects and make better decisions.