Thanks guys. There is a lot of good insight here, and I’ve got a lot of good stuff to work with. Win one for the armchair psychologists!
The book isn’t available for Kindle! I’ll have to get it when I get back.
Ultra I’m not sure why I get in relationships. Looking back, they’ve rarely mad me happy long. But I’ve also been functionally single for a long time, and that’s getting old too. At the bare minimum., it.s nice to have a steady sex partner. I hate spending my young pretty years only getting occasional action. I’ll have to mull this one over.
I also hate the phrase “Mr. Right.” Assume I mean “somebody I have some kind of actual future with.” Spending you enery on dead ends makes you miss opportunity.
Right now I’m strongly considering staying around DC for a few years after graduation. It has been really nice living a young person’s life in a big city and not some far flung village where everyone is married by 16 and you’ll get stabbed leaving the house after dark. My adventuring days are probably not over, but it’d be nice to go back with a family and do the settled-down expat thing. I suck at dating abroad, and it’s just too damn frusterating to live like a nun for years on end, and the constrictions it puts on your life are tough when you are forced to be a homebody but don’t have a family to fill that home with. And if I want to have kids, I don’t have a huge abundance of years to spend where dating isn’t even possible.
Which isn’t to say I’d only move abroad if I got married. If it was a viable place for a single woman to have a life, I could. But I’m realizing most of Africa- where a woman alone can hardly safely walk down the street- is going to be too lonely for me to do on my own full time.
There are tons of heavy-travel consulting jobs where I can get out but still be based in DC.
[b[Blaster**, good observation. I know I’ve picked up some gnarly ideas about dating. Basically I see it as a pretty naked competition, and the attractive girl wins. I know I’m not a head-turner, but I feel like I need to capitalize on what I have, and make up for the rest with mystery, class and sexiness. And it works…I gave myself a bit of a makeover based on this, and it’s been very effective. I guess I’m not sure if I’m being realistic or warped.
As for the gym, I’ve been plucked down in an ultra-rural village with a sporatic work schdule and no transport that can get me out of the house, much less town. I can go most of a week without being able to leave the house, and when I do leave it’s to sit with African grandmothers I don’t understand. I can’t go anywhere alone and there are no recreational activities. For an on the go city girl, it’s a bit rough (the work is good and meaningful, though.) Oddly, my house has a nice home gym, and all the energy and frusteration from being cooped up go to that. Thr effect on my body is remarkable, but mostly it’s to keep myself sane.
Multiple people have called me emtionally unavailable. I got a book on avoiding emotionally unavailable guys, and I saw myself all over it. I think it’d be good for all aspects of my life to learn to recognize and exress emotions normally. Somehow, I didn’t pick up a lot of that growing up.