I realized that my last post was perhaps outside the scope of my blog. However, it is my blog, and as such I can rant about anything. Like DC traffic, gentrification of working class neighborhoods, or "designer dogs".
As previously mentioned, I am dating a wonderful young man who lives in England most of the year. I live all of the year in Maryland, so this creates some major logistical headaches in keeping our relationship alive. Although this is not my first relationship, it is my first relationship in my transformation into womanhood. In my first relationship, I was very whimsical, and willing to drop everything to fly across the country for a weekend. I thought of my life as a cosmopolitan jet-setter, but the reality was much different. In reality, all the travel prohibited me from beginning a career and pursuing goals of my own. In addition, the person I was dating at the time had some radical conspiracy theories about the American government, and therefore refused to travel himself to see me. All this seemed to be of no consequence to me at the time. However, this time around, things are different, I'm different, and the man is different. Our relationship is based on compromise and respect for one anther's jobs and life outside of our relationship. He takes jobs in Maryland to be close to me, and even travels hours for a chance to watch an hour of TV in my small apartment. I adjust work vacation to coincide with his down time at work and visit him at his home in England.
I can't imagine dating a man who would not be willing to compromise, however, it is my experience dating those types of men that have led me to appreciate the ones that are. Just as Uggs, acid wash jeans, and scrunchies have gone out of fashion, so to have dysfunctional relationships. You wouldn't keep a denim jacket studded with rhinestones, so go ahead and toss out that old relationship. And when you find that treasured brown leather Hermes bag, buy it, keep it, and don't let anyone borrow it; he's a classic and timeless and that never goes out of style.
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