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I recently stepped into the land of dating, a land I do not visit very often, and went on a lively exploration. I find this land intoxicating and frustrating and kind of maddening. I don’t really date, I guess mostly because I haven’t met/crossed paths with too many men to whom I felt genuinely connected and drawn. I can count on one hand the number of men I’ve felt drawn to, deeply connected to, and/or had feelings for since my big, 10 year relationship ended nearly 5 years ago.
I met a guy a few weeks back at the birthday party of a mutual friend. We spent most of the evening talking to each other. As the night went on and the more we talked, I could tell he was interested and intrigued. He asked me lots of questions and stuck around longer than he intended. Other than a powerful synchronicity that instantly connected us (he has lots of experience with a plant medicine used in shamanic journeys and I will be embarking on my first such journey when I travel to Peru in a few months), I can’t say I felt a connection or was especially drawn to him that night. He did, however, do a fantastic job of charming me (umm, pretty nice to hear from someone that they think you are interesting and that they’ve never met anyone like you before) and so when he asked me for my number, I gave it to him. In that moment I said yes (internally). Why not? It’d be a fun adventure into dating land.
We met for a casual dinner a week and a half after the party and I have to say it was kind of electric. He came to life in a way I had not experienced him at the party. He was funny and sarcastic and teased me a lot, which produced LOTS of laughter from me and not nervous laughter, but my real, authentic, from the depths of my core laughter. I was blown away by how much he remembered from our conversation the night we met. This guy was paying attention! I could tell from talking with him that he has a brilliant mind and feels things deeply, that he values getting to know others deeply. I felt challenged by this guy, in a good way, a way that I know if we danced together and developed a lasting relationship, be it a friendship or more, would encourage me to stretch, to continue to grow and deepen.
I came home that night feeling like I was under a spell. I felt like I was swooning. I had trouble sleeping. I had trouble concentrating the next day. I could feel the electricity circulating around my heart when I thought about him, talked about him, or received a text from him. I had enough self awareness to know I was feeling the effects of a huge surge of hormones that my body released. Whew!, they sure are powerful!
So why is this adventure into the land of dating so frustrating for me? The waiting game drives me crazy. At the end of our “date,” this guy asked if I wanted to get together again and in my own way, I said yes and communicated, again in my own way, that I enjoyed our evening together. (note: the in-person version of me is not always as articulate and “smooth” as the written/edited version of me) We didn’t line anything up, so now I’m waiting to see if he extends another invitation for us to get together, which I obviously very much want him to do (now that I’ve been seduced! 🙂 ).
After my body cycled out the surge of hormones, I felt the affliction of self-doubt and self-blame start to inhabit my being. “Dating” stirs up my stuff. I began to have thoughts like, “maybe he isn’t as into me as I thought” or “maybe after hanging out he is less interested than when we first met.” I’ve heard myself say more than once, “I’ve screwed it up.” I know this is kind of ridiculous because we only went out for one “date” and how much could I have done / not done to “screw it up”? Is being myself and being true to my values screwing things up?
The thoughts don’t stop here. I even had this crazy, paranoid thought that I am sending out some desperate/longing vibration into the cosmos and that he’ll pick it up on his antennae on the other side of town and it will turn him away / scare him off. Alas, this is a very fantastical version of the “I’ve screwed it up” story line. But I do have legitimate worry – our thoughts create our reality…this is the teaching of Eastern philosophies and traditions, after all.
My fear of screwing things up, of doing something wrong, of ultimately being “rejected” is very real for me. This is my psychology. My “crazy” (and I say “crazy” with quite a lot of affection toward myself) paranoid thoughts and turbulent emotional state as a result of these thoughts is how my attachment wounds play out. For those new to this idea of attachment wounds…the relationship we have with our early childhood caregivers, and for most of us this was our mother, is the first “love” relationship of our lives and shapes and impacts every love relationship and every attachment (even with friends!) we have in our lives. I was raised by a mother who chronically disassociated; my little vulnerable self experienced her disassociation as abandonment. From that experience of chronic abandonment came the storyline, “there’s something wrong with me / I’m not good enough,” a common core feeling / belief of the wounded, a belief that was tragically re-enforced when my relationship ended.
Underneath my current frustration with my adventures in dating lies a whole reservoir of wounding, as should be evident from reading my tale. I so long to be loved and accepted just the way I am. I want to be in place of reciprocation; I want to be met. I long for a shared reality. Most of all, I long for the trust, safety, and container of a committed relationship, where I desire to share myself with someone fully and deeply.
After that exceedingly long and ePic prelude, I am excited to announce that you can now “Like Me!” on Facebook!
I recently started a fan page and this post serves as my official announcement. 🙂