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Um, yeah, that’s not me.

by Claire on August 12, 2011

I was cleaning out my email box the other day and I came across what I’ll call the “Dear Jane” email from the last guy I dated. I had thought I deleted it but I hadn’t. Not because of any leftover feelings – just hadn’t gotten to cleaning out my inbox. But there was something he wrote that when I read it for the second time made a light bulb turn on.

“It seemed the only time we had was my helping on some project on your end, rather than relaxing on couch or having dinners and netflix or whatever”

Relaxing on the couch? Having dinners and Netflix?

Um…That’s so not me. Just ask my family.

I’m not a girl who can really sit still for very long. Sitting and watching a movie is not my idea of fun. I’d rather be busy with a project. Any day. Particularly a home improvement project. I don’t see it as work. I see it as fun.

I dated a guy not so long ago who was more than willing to help me with my projects. He was very eager and willing to join me in my life and fully involve me in his. But… the feelings on my end  just never gelled. Why, I have no idea. Yet, the last guy, the one who wanted nothing to do with my life even when specifically invited in (actually ran the other way), who only wanted me to hang out solo with him, is the one who I really liked and I ended up hurt when he couldn’t show up for the relationship.

What’s up with that?

I told my mom that my picker’s broken. Bless her heart, she responded, “You sure have had a spell of bad luck lately.” Yeah, I guess that’s it. Bad luck.

Whatever.

I don’t really care any more (well, I do, sort of). I just plan on riding my bike. Kind of like Forest Gump. I’ll ride and ride and ride. Until I’m done.

Cuz like my mom also said, “I think you’re in love with your bike.”

Wisest 91 year old EVER.

 

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No Expectations.

by Claire on June 24, 2011

When I was dating my ex-husband, he used to tell me he had no expectations for our relationship. I don’t think I was savvy enough then – or had enough self-esteem – to realize just what that meant or what the impact of that type of behavior was having on me, so I stayed with him far longer than I should have. I’ve been hearing it again recently and so my little mind has been noodling on it for a bit. 

When someone – in just about any scenario – tells you they have no expectations, rest assured that’s a big fat lie.  Everyone has expectations. It’s human nature. When I flip the switch on the wall, I expect the light to come on. When my boss hires me, she expects me to do certain work in return for my wages.

In relationships, we all have expectations. It’s inevitable. We have an expectation that we’ll be picked up (or met) at the agreed upon time. We have an expectation that the other person will be honest and forthright with us. We have an expectation that each person will participate equally in the relationship.We have an expectation that the other person will have our back and be our lead cheerleader. There’s more, but you get the gist. Right?

I think the original intent of the phrase is that we should not set unreasonable expectations on another person – that is, we should not expect them to be anything other than who they are. I’m having a hard time coming up with examples that won’t offend someone in some way, but I think you get the idea. People are who they are. We can’t and shouldn’t try to change them because it doesn’t work.

Lately, it seems to me that the trend with some men (I don’t know about women because I don’t date women) is that they tend to overuse this phrase, and with the wrong intent. They use it as a cop out, a smokescreen for the inability to commit or fully participate in a relationship. It may also be their way of letting me know up front that they have no dreams, no future vision, no hopes. Or it may be their way of letting me know they are only interested in “friends with benefits” even if they deny that. The men I’ve dated who have said this end up being the ones that ran the fastest when held accountable to reasonable expectations. 

And I do hold them accountable. I hold myself accountable to the highest degree. Why should I expect less from someone I want to be partners with? Admittedly, maybe this all says more about my picker being broken than anything else.

Just sayin’. What do you think?

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I think God was listening to my thoughts – and laughing.

December 21, 2009

When I started my weight loss journey, I told myself that once I got thin if I was more attractive to men that would be a bonus, but not the goal. I know I used the weight to keep men at bay, even though I pretended to want to attract them. There are times, however, [...]

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