I am about to go there. I am about to confess something that most single, independent women, in their 30’s and up will never say out loud because some woman somewhere in the world made these statements taboo for single women. More than likely this is a woman who either never really had to date as a grown women in her 30’s and up. More than likely she met her husband in college and got married shortly after graduation and has watched dating from an audience perspective and hasn’t really lived it. OR it is a woman who is in a relationship or newly married and has what I call Newlywed amnesia and forgot about the game called dating. OR it is a woman who is extremely bitter and in the process of a divorce or a bad breakup and is at the anger stage. OR is a women who has read A LOT of Marianne Williamson books (who by the way is one of my favorite authors) and is taking some of what she said out of context. But I feel the need to break this stigma. It is okay to say…
I want… A Man…
I need… A Man…
It would be nice to have… A Man.
Oh shit! Let me take a moment to pause for all the cynics, all the female feminists. Go ahead, throw apples, oranges, bananas or whatever you need to throw at the screen right now. But let me break this down so you can fully understand what I am trying to say. You can choose to agree, disagree, but I am just being real. I get so tired of women lying to themselves about the desires of their heart because of the fear of how it sounds. The fear they sound like weak women who can’t take care of themselves. The fear of looking desperate or even the fear of coming off as a woman who is too needy. There is nothing wrong with admitting to yourself your desires when it comes to men, relationships, and dating.
I WANT A MAN…
Being single is fun. You can come and go as you please. You can sleep in the middle of your bed; you have control of the remote control. The best part about being single, when you really are truly happy is dating Yourself. What I did in the past was try out new recipes. I would make dinners as if I was in a relationship to practice for the real thing. I would make sure I took myself out on dates. Not with a big group of girlfriends just you by yourself. Even if it’s going to your favorite neighborhood bar or coffee shop after work and sitting by yourself. Or you can even go bigger than that. I once took myself on a trip to Hawaii. Yes I did! All by myself! I would wake up in the morning, mediate and journal by the ocean. I would sit by the pool most of the day reading Fifty Shades of Grey (don’t judge but I think I read all three books during that vacation). In the evening I would take myself out to a fabulous dinner. Or go to the spa. It was so freeing. I say all this to say, that as much as I enjoyed being single I still recognized I had to get out there. Sitting at home on my couch thinking that I would meet someone was just plain silly. Making the excuse that you don’t want a relationship because you are focused on your career is a defense mechanism if you are 35+. One of my favorite phrases is “In addition to…” Admitting you want a relationship does not translate to meaning you do not like your life, or you are not happy with where you are. It’s simply saying out loud that you are looking forward to a partner that you can share your life with. It doesn’t make you a weak co-dependent woman!
I also understand the importance of making sure you get with the right person. When I walk into my home it is peaceful, the energy is calm, and it is my oasis. I currently have an amazing life and I recognize that anyone I allow to come into my life has to enhance it. I couldn’t be in a situation where I allow someone to disrupt the beauty of my life and the calm of my home. So saying you want a man doesn’t mean you are settling for some bullshit and will take anything that comes just to say you have a man. It is simply acknowledging that you are at a point in your life where you have worked on yourself, you have acknowledged where you are, you are very clear on your negotiables and your non-negotaibles, and you WANT someone in your life that you two can come together and build a life as partners, lovers, friends, confidants, etc.
Admitting out loud that you want a man doesn’t make you desperate. It also doesn’t mean that’s all you want out of life. Don’t forget my catch phrase… “IN ADDITION TO… I believe it puts the wheels in motion.
I NEED A MAN…
This one will probably send some women over the edge. And before you call Oprah on me and get me kicked out of the Intelligent Independent Spiritual Woman movement. Once again let me explain. Let’s face it… There are some things that you need a man for. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You know I do not go into detail about my personal sex life. Because it’s really none of anyone’s business and there is a certain line that even this blog won’t cross. But I get so sick and tired of women talking about their battery operated devices. If that’s your thing, that’s your thing. I know Kandi Buress from Real Housewives of Atlanta fame has made a lucrative business out of selling Bedroom Kandi products. And hey, if that’s your thing, that’s your thing. But battery operated devices can’t kiss you back, battery operated devices can’t hold you at night in their nook, battery operated devices can’t give you pillow talk. There are certain things you need a man for. That’s just a fact! And you can pretend that your battery operated devices are doing the trick, but if you had a choice between a battery operated device and a real man what would you choose?
I happen to have an office with a balcony (one of the benefits of hard work paying off). Last week while on a conference call a Raven flew onto the balcony with a dead squirrel in its mouth. The damn thing was tearing into it like it was his last supper. I banged on the window to try to get it to go away and it kind of looked up at me and rolled its eyes and continued feasting on this dead squirrel. I was disgusted. I went out to my office freaked out and two of my male colleagues went onto the balcony and shooed the Raven away. Then one of the male custodians came and cleaned up the bloody mess that was left behind. Yes, a woman could have done the same thing. But there are certain things that you just gotta admit you need a man for.
When I need to move around heavy furniture, or have things done around my house. I NEED A MAN. Yes I said it, I ain’t taking it back! I’m not ashamed to say it out loud. Notice I am not saying my life isn’t complete without a man. I am not saying I need a man to survive. But what I am saying is there are certain things in life you NEED a man for. Is that a bad thing to admit? Ummm no! I have a feeling men like to feel needed. Perhaps us modern women have been so used to trying to do it all on our own and be Superwoman we forgot that men have feelings. And it’s okay to make them feel needed. To stroke their egos. To allow them to rescue you every once in awhile. Once again, I am not saying you need a man to be complete. This post is for women who are whole and ready for a relationship.
IT WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE A MAN….
I am not suggesting your world should revolve around a man or finding a man. But I think women have stopped being vulnerable and open. Some of us have put up a brick wall around our hearts and our emotions to prevent ourselves from being hurt. Some of us have major defense mechanisms up. Understandably so! You reach a point where you get tired of hurt after hurt and disappointment after disappointment. You get tired to getting excited and hopeful only to find out a few weeks in that the man you were excited about isn’t who you thought he was. It fucking sucks! However, just because you have been hurt in the past (we all have) doesn’t mean you shut yourself down. It doesn’t mean you LIE to yourself and do not admit it would be nice to have a man in your life. There is something so nice when you meet the right man for you and have the chance to experience falling in love, being adored, and meeting YOUR man. There is something so nice about that last call of the day.. Meeting the man that gives you butterflies.. meeting a man who supports you in your dreams… meeting a man who is honest about who he is and what he is looking for… meeting a man who isn’t afraid to shout on top of a mountain THIS IS MY WOMAN… Meeting a man whose touch calms you and makes you feel safe… meeting a man who will protect you and your heart… We are not meant to go through this world alone.
Ladies- it’s okay to admit your desire for a relationship. It doesn’t make you weak, desperate, or needy. It doesn’t mean that your life is not full. It doesn’t mean that you’re not independent. All I ask is that you are honest with yourself about what you need and remove the worry of what it sounds like. Once again I am not saying your life isn’t complete without a man, or your life has no meaning without a man, or you can’t function without a man, or you need a man to be successful in life. Please do not get confused with the message. I am talking about when you are truly whole and in a place in your life where you can receive the right relationship because you have done the work on yourself. Once you reach that point in life it is okay to say I Want… I Need… It would be nice to have… Manifest your desires!
Before I revamped my site, I figured I would give my readers one last dating epiphany, lesson, observation for old time’s sake. Enjoy!
Unlike most college students who spent their time sowing their royal oats and kicking it. I met my college sweetheart my second day of college and I was with him until six months after graduation. Yes… I was booed up my entire 4 years of college! Did you think I was always a serial dater?! LOL! I do not regret this decision for one second. My college sweetheart was a great guy and he set the bar high for what I expected out of my relationships and dating. And I won’t go into details regarding the break up but I have nothing but great things to say about him. He is one of the coolest guys I know. I look back on those times fondly.
Do you remember those days before you had major baggage, divorces, kids, heartbreaks, and disappointments? I miss those days of innocence. Those days where the only expectation you had about dating was a good outcome. Those days when both of you came with a clean slate? Can we have a moment of silence as we reminisce about those days… Woosa….
Because I had such a great first experience with my first true love, when we broke up I was new to the single scene. Since I hadn’t experienced the ups and downs of dating while at Hampton University, I ended having a late start to the game. I was no longer a college student dating with the security of being on campus. I was now officially living in Los Angeles, and dating. It was exciting. It was also very convenient. To be honest, I was BROKE back then! I was pursuing acting and my funds weren’t just low, they were non-existent. I went on dates so I could eat and drink. I know I am not the only woman who was guilty of this back in their twenties. I am just woman enough to admit it. LOL! However, my expectations were high and I didn’t put up with a lot of shit. I generally believed that most guys were decent until proven foolish.
In my twenties I had a laundry list of what I expected from a guy. What I would and would not settle for. Some of the things on my list (mind you the total number of things on the list added up to be 52) included:
- No kids/ baby mommas
- Must have a career
- Must kiss with his eyes closed (don’t judge my 20’s ignorance)
- Must wear a suit to work (I know major side eye)
- Must be over 6’3
- Must have college degree
- No roommates
Then I got married to a man that fit “the list” and we already know how that ended. Then you take time to re-evaluate the bullshit you had on the list. Just because someone seems great on paper does not mean that they are great for you. You also realize relationships aren’t based on a list, but instead on things that are important to you, your non-negotiables. And clearly with life things that were important to me changed and I had a better understanding of what I needed out of relationships.
- Must be a good communicator
- Must be honest/loyal
- Must love unconditionally
- Must be spiritual not religious
- If he has children should be from a former marriage or not have multiple baby mammas
- Should have had a significant relationship/marriage at some point
- Supportive of my career and aspirations
- Is a team player
I also learned you can’t be married to the list. You have to make concessions from time to time and be open. As you continue to date things are very different when you hit your 30’s/40’s. And a lot of it is because you are no longer college kids navigating relationships on campus… Or a young 20 year old dating fresh out of college, here’s an exercise… Sit with a group of ladies in their 20’s and hear their experiences and thoughts about dating. You will certainly see a lot of yourself in them. There is a certain amount of them thinking they know it all. They will even try to guide you on what to do when it comes to dating. And you have to embrace it with love. Remember what you were like in your 20’s. It’s not a dig on my younger loyal readers. It’s just a reality.
The fact is as you get older things change and you have to make allowances in order to be open. Life experiences force you to have to look at things differently. You are no longer married to a list. Instead you try to be open, and learn from your experiences. You begin to make concessions. You go with the “feeling” the “connection” the “strong vibe” you feel with a man. And trust me, it is so damn refreshing to meet a man and realize that those feelings you thought were buried deep down inside or even the “connection” you have heard others speak of but after one dating disaster after another you feel like that feeling is not in your DNA, so when you meet a man, and he literally sweeps you off your feet. He opens you up to become vulnerable and feel safe with him. He looks you in your eyes and you feel as though he is staring into your soul. When his phone number flashes on the screen you find yourself smiling in the same way you did when you were a young college student without baggage. You allow your walls to come down. Because you have finally connected with someone in a way that is so refreshing! Can I get an AMEM ladies?!
One of two things happen, you realize that this is IT! You have finally connected with a man on a level that feels so grown. It is unlike anything you have ever experienced. It feels so invigorating. It’s the holy grail of dating. And isn’t that the best feeling? Experiencing meeting your true soulmate for all the right reasons.
But then there is the other side… You think that you have met a man who is grown and honest. Interestingly enough men are very “honest” these days about their various situations and what they have going on in their life. I suspect some men use the “blatant honesty” to cover themselves for all the bullshit they have going on. It is their way of alleviating their guilt for being shady as hell! And it’s easy to be seduced by the “brutal honesty.” So much so, you begin to make major concessions for the foolery. “Honesty” is a seductive foreplay when you have a man who is everything you ever dreamt of. You begin to make concessions for the bullshit. You put aside your needs and desires because he is being “honest.” He tells you everything that is going on in his life. All the craziness and the bullshit, it serves as a way to cover his bases. And because the bullshit is under the guise of “I’m just being honest.” You begin to make concessions. You begin to second guess all of the shit that you are looking for and what is important in a relationship because you are blinded by “the honesty” and suddenly you can find yourself scrambled in the middle of some bullshit. When you hit a certain age in Singledom it is so easy to start putting aside things that are important to you. You think that you are being unreasonable. Hell… you even have folks around who tell you need to let go of certain expectations. Here’s the famous line “How has that worked for you so far?” And you are left sitting in a dizzy state wondering… “Am I expecting too much? I am no longer the college freshman; I am a grown ass woman and I need to make more concessions.” And while I completely agree that you cannot be married to a list of expectations… I also do not want my members of Singledom who are in their 30’s and 40’s to think that they should let go of their core values when it comes to dating. It is so damn tempting to do so. You can meet a man who fits all of your physical, mental, emotional criteria but at the end of the day isn’t available and is feeding you bullshit “honesty” to make himself feel better and alleviate his own damn guilt so he can say, “I was HONEST with her about my situation.”
And you can really believe that you won’t find better. Or the connection you have with this man is something that you will never experience again. Would you believe there are women out here that are actually begging men to stay with them? And accepting CRUMBS?! They will be in a relationship with a man who CLEARLY does not have the same strong feelings for them and think they can fuck them, feed them, and force them into the relationship they want. Talk about poster women for low self esteem! And they are fucking it up for the rest of us who actually have standards and expectations. When you let a man know what works for you they are thrown off because they have been able to get away with running shit with other women who allow them to just shit on them. Note to these women: Get standards and stop fucking it up for women who actually have self esteem and standards. Begging a man to stay with you is not going to make him love you or decide to be in a committed relationship with you! I am not coming from a place of judgment but concern. I get so frustrated with men who have been allowed to get away with treating women any old way, that when they finally meet a woman who isn’t willing to put up with taking crumbs they don’t know how to handle it. To all you nosy men out there reading this blog who actually have the audacity to ask a woman to compromise who they are and their needs for your own selfishness, ask yourself this question: Would you want your mother, sister, or daughters to make concessions that compromise who they are? I didn’t think so. So why expect that of woman you are pursuing? Just a little food for thought…. There I go digressing…
There comes a point when older seasoned 30+ women have to have a heart to heart with their inner younger 20+ college woman and have a meeting of the minds. While I know I will not ever have the experience of my college sweetheart at this stage of my life due to circumstances, baggage, and life I do know that I have experienced what it feels like to have pure love, support, real honesty that isn’t a mask for some bullshit. I also know that in life you will have to make a certain amount of concessions but that does not mean you have to dishonor who you are and compromise your values.
In order to have true love you do not have to compromise what is important to you. Or make some allowances for some bullshit because a man is “honest” about his situation. Don’t let the honesty blind you to the reality of what he is actually saying and the situation. Just because a man is “HONEST” does not mean he isn’t still full of shit. And please don’t get me wrong. This is not a bitter woman rant. But I want to make sure you don’t fall into the seduction of honesty where you become blinded by the reality and the man’s actions. That’s what really tells you the truth, his ACTIONS! If his words and actions aren’t matching up… well there you have it! That’s your answer.
At the end of the day I find we are thrown tests to see if we are really ready to “trust” the process and have “faith” that what we are looking for is coming and the “patience” to wait for what is right. I never want any of you to beg for a man to give you a chance. Or even worse wait on a man to make up his mind that he is ready to pursue you wholeheartedly without any doubt. Your needs and desires when it comes to dating are important to maintain. I challenge you to dig deep within and find that untarnished, unmarked, open and optimistic young girl in you that had a clean slate and believed in love to reacquaint themselves with the woman you are today. I believe the marriage of the two moments in time will give you a better perspective and understanding of you who you are today and lead you in the direction where you can be open, make concessions, but not compromise on what is important to you.
Sometimes walking away from a situation is harder than realizing the situation is not for you especially when your head and your heart are not in alignment. It is really hard! And deeply disappointing to realize who you thought someone was, is not at all who they really are. You question if all of the things he said, the feelings he said he felt for you, was just a lie or an act. You even question, how you allowed yourself to once again fall for the okie doke. You think you had learned from past mistakes and can shift through the bullshit. You even get mad at yourself for allowing yourself to be vulnerable and let your walls down. It fucking SUCKS!!!!! The road less traveled is not an easy one to take, especially after years and years of being disappointed. Especially when you think you have met a man that is IT. Walking away is so hard. But you have to teach a man how to treat you. And you also have to look at who he truly is not who you thought he was, what you wanted him to be, or the idea of how you thought the outcome would be. Sometimes you have to walk away and be strong in the fact that if it is meant to be it will be. If he is right for you he will return and be better than what you had already established or you will be open and cleared to meet the man who really is IT. If you find yourself making concessions that is not honoring who you are or compromising the core of what you need. You have to be willing to walk away. And trust me, I know it isn’t easy. Especially as you get older and have kissed a lot of frogs. However, that’s when you pour yourself a cocktail, you confess to the reality of the situation, and you promise yourself you will not make concessions that compromise the core of who you are as a woman. I’ll leave you with this. My girlfriend once told me God does not come from a place of No. He will answer you with one of three things:
- Not now
- I have something better for you….
If you truly have faith and allow yourself to trust the process and know what is for you is for you. You will not have to make a bunch of concessions. And my goodness, it will be worth the journey.
Yes… it’s been weeks since my last post. And I haven’t forgotten about my loyal readers and followers. I am working on some game changing things. You know my favorite saying Go Big or Go Home! I promise it will be worth the wait! Meanwhile Date On! Be open… And love as though you have never been hurt….
I have to be completely honest. I don’t have much to write about. What happens when you have built an audience who wants to hear all about your dating life and dating foolery and you reach a point when you have made a conscious decision not to share that information? We knew the day would come. I couldn’t be a Serial Dater forever folks! There comes a time when even a Serial Dater makes the conscious choice to no longer serial date or perhaps they meet someone with potential and want to hold that feeling close to them and keep it private just between the person and you. I guess you can say its growth. I guess you can say after two years of bringing you the full Tea on my dating life and relationship status… or lack thereof, I have finally reached a point where I am tapped out. And don’t worry, that doesn’t mean I will no longer write. And it is not a bad thing at all. In the next few weeks this site will take a turn in a different direction… which is a great thing! But what I can say is 2015 is taking a turn in a different direction and it feels good. I am happy. I recognize happiness is a conscious choice. I made the decision to choose happiness years ago and it was the best decision I ever made.
The journey to get here was a long one. If someone told me at the age of 25 I would experience all that I have gone through in the last few years I would have laughed at them. And not just a “ha-ha” laugh. But one of those guttural laughs that come from your core, where you are laughing so damn hard you can’t breathe. If someone told me I would get married, and six months into the marriage discover it was a MAJOR mistake, go through a 1 ½ bitter divorce battle, and uproot my life. I wouldn’t have believed it. If someone would have told me in order to get to where I am today I would be shaken to the core, my life would be uprooted, and everything I thought I wanted was indeed not even close to want I needed I would have literally passed out.
But now, years later I recognize that was all part of the journey I had to take to discover me. To discover who I really was. When I was in the midst of the storm it was painful, it was scary, and it was hurtful. It did not feel safe. I had no idea that at the end I would experience the rainbow after the storm. But you see, in order for a rainbow to appear, you have to go through a storm. An unexpected sun will shine and the rainbow will be created. But that is impossible without the storm beforehand.
And I went through the storm. And I survived it. And let me be very clear. It wasn’t fun; it wasn’t enlightening at the time. It fucking SUCKED! And I was not truly happy. To the outside world I appeared to be happy. I would get accolades about how “How well I was handling the divorce… How strong I am… How you have managed to get through this shit with dignity and grace.” But when I got home and it was just me all by myself. I couldn’t go five minutes without crying. I would find myself balled up in a corner on the floor crying uncontrollably. My only saving grace was I had to go to work and during those hours I had to keep it together and put on a great façade to the public. But as soon as I would close the door to my car, the tears would fall uncontrollably.
I’m not exactly sure where I am going with this. I guess I have spent the last 2 years writing this blog talking so much about my strength. But for some reason, I feel the need to be completely transparent and let someone out there know my strength didn’t come easy and it didn’t happen overnight. Perhaps there is someone out there who is in the midst of the storm and needs to read about how what it REALLY means to get through it. And pretending that “I am every woman…” isn’t what that person needs to hear right now. Perhaps it’s time to be transparent and be vulnerable and let someone know that the journey isn’t easy. But you WILL get to your destination called happiness.
And once you get to that destination, there comes a point where you believe you are truly okay. You have made it. You even have you “PR” spin on what to tell people about your failed marriage or relationship. Your “3 minute elevator” chat… The “long story short” version. And let me tell you. I perfected all of those things. So much that I recently realized I spent so much time healing and so much time protecting my heart from getting broken again, that it had been a long time since I allowed myself to be vulnerable. And no, it had nothing to do with not being over the ex. That ship sailed years ago and I was able to bring myself the closure I needed to end the book. I wish him nothing but the best and I reached the feeling of indifference years ago. And if you are a loyal reader to this blog you know my biggest goal in life is to never take a wrong turn to Bitterville or a detour to Cynicism. In all of my effort to stay the right course on my journey, I forgot one important thing as you open yourself up to love again… Vulnerability. Allowing yourself to open your heart and let love in is something that can pretty fucking scary after being hurt or years of disappointment. And it doesn’t mean you are not open to the possibility, but you also have to be open to the gamble of allowing your heart to be open to receive love. I have no idea where Vulnerability got a bad rap. Or why some women think that being “strong” means not being Vulnerable. Especially a lot of us sistahs. But it is the total opposite. Interestingly enough for a lot of us it might be a subconscious defense mechanism. However, I believe the very last piece of my healing journey, the last hill I had to climb was to finally allow myself to be vulnerable and not wear the mask of strength to hide the fear of pain.
Happy New Year! I made it through the holidays unscathed and feeling really good. I know it’s been a while since I have posted. But I’m baaaaaaacccckkkk!!!! I must admit, I have missed you guys! And a part of me feels like I have left you hanging for far too long. But hey, a sista needed a break and some time to regroup and refresh. And as I have always said, I am not going to write a bunch of bullshit just to fill time. I want to make sure I am bringing you all things worthy of reading.
With the holiday season comes a lot of parties, mixers, and over all hanging out to close out the year. And you know how I have a severe case of FOMO (fear of missing out), so the holidays are very dangerous for someone with my condition. In my own defense there were a few events/parties I missed out on. Okay, maybe just one… but I’m really trying to get better with that in the New Year.
Prior to making that semi-resolution I found myself double and sometimes tripled booked some evenings during the holiday. It’s LA and unlike most areas of the country where you are fighting the snow and freezing cold temperature. Here in LA we are still rocking open toed booties and we complain when the temperature hits 50 degrees. So it makes it easy for hanging out during the holidays.
One Saturday in particular, I was exhausted but had already committed to going to a two different holiday parties. And one thing about me, when I give you my word, my word is Bon. One Holiday party was at a friend of mine and his wife’s house. It was in the hills and very grown and sexy. It was my close circle of friends. There was laughter, great food, great ambiance, and plenty of eggnog that I couldn’t drink because I knew I had to make it to another party later that evening. Just as I was finally settling in, it was time for me to leave. Although I was really enjoying myself I still decided to head out to the other party which was a birthday party for a friend of a friend. I didn’t know any of the people that were going to be there outside of my mentor and her friend that I had just met when we went to a Pilates class together. Her friend mentioned she was having a birthday/holiday party. She also said that she never has enough women there because her husband always invites more of his friends. Naturally my ears perked up. A party with more men than women? That is unheard of; I was thinking perhaps God was sending me an early Christmas gift. With that motivation I left the party I was already at having a great time to high tail my ass to Pasadena. After all, it is good to step outside of your comfort zone. Although deep down inside, I really wanted to stay where I was with my close group of friends but I had to practice what I preach. Lots of times you get stuck in your comfort zone and do not venture out to see what else is out there.
After a thirty minute drive I found myself walking into a full on house party, complete with a DJ and a full crowd of people on the dance floor in the living room. There is nothing more awkward than walking into a party late and where you know absolutely no one there. But I was feeling real good. My hair was on point, I had on a killer little black dress, and I had finally found the perfect shade of red lip gloss for the holiday season. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t the shit at the moment. You know those times when you just feel really good about yourself. I’m not being arrogant but I was just having one of those moments. Even if no one else saw it, I felt it.
I went into the kitchen to drop off my bottle of wine and was scanning the room for my mentor or her friend throwing the party. The house was quite big. Then I finally spotted the birthday girl. I was so relieved to see her. She walked towards me, and I lifted my hand up to wave at her. Just as I opened my lips to say “Hey girl” was when I felt gravity leave from below me. I didn’t realize she had a sunken in living room and there was a step. It happened in slow motion, my feet literally slipped from below me and my black ass fell!!! It wasn’t a trip. It was a full on “bust yo’ ass” fall to the ground. And I am 5’8 and my brand new heeled booties had me standing at a good 6’1. And it wasn’t a graceful fall. As I was falling I found myself reaching to grab the birthday girl and almost brought her down with me! It was one of the moments when I swear the music screeched to a halt and there was silence. Once I finally hit the carpet with a loud crash. I looked up and saw the birthday girl shake her head in disbelief at me, and a few other members of the party looking over like, “Is he okay? Who is that? Damn!” I didn’t know what to do. But like I always say, it’s not about how you fall it’s about how you get back up. So I hopped up and tried to play it off, “I’m here!” At that moment I felt a tap on my shoulder and there was my mentor with her husband (whom I had never met before… what a great first impression.. Oh God!). They were on the dance floor and witnessed the whole thing! I was mortified. I am a klutz. I always have been inclined to trip over my own size 11 feet. But it had been a while since this had happened.
My mentor: Are you okay?
Me: Well, I’m here! (I was still trying to play it off and laugh it off).
My mentor: this is my husband.
Mentor’s husband: Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you.
(I couldn’t’ tell if he was trying to clown me or not)
Me: Thanks! Nice to meet you too. If you two will excuse me, I need to find the ladies room.
My mentor pointed me in the direction of the ladies room. And I slowly walked up the step I hadn’t even noticed before. I tried to ignore the pain in my knee from the fall. The last thing I needed was to not only be the dumb ass who busted my ass in the middle of the dance floor. But to add to the resume I had to limp out would have really sent me over the edge. I went to the ladies room and gather myself together. How in the hell could I play this off? It’s one thing if this happened with my close friends. We could all have a good laugh. Suddenly the confidence I felt when I walked into the party was a mere fourth of what it was. I looked at myself in the mirror and started laughing. What else could I do but laugh? I also made the executive decision to hightail my ass out of the party. After all, I had no idea how I was going to be able to play that off. And I certainly didn’t want to have to explain myself all night and try to play off the fact that I had fallen and busted my ass in the middle of the party. I walked out of the bathroom and snuck out of the house. I made sure to look down the whole time to ensure there weren’t any hidden steps lurking around the corner.
I sent a text to my mentor:
Girl I snuck out. I can’t believe I fell. Let’s connect in the new year!
I’m so sorry that happened to you. But I wish you would have stayed.
I got in my car and went right back to the party with my close friends. I was welcomed back with open arms and laughter when I told them what happened. I sat down relaxed and had the glass of egg nog I wanted to have in the beginning of the evening.
When I got home that night I realized that my FOMO (fear of missing out) condition had gotten out of control. Why didn’t I just stay put where I was and enjoy the evening instead of leaving to go to the other party in the first place?! It took me falling and busting my ass to realize that while you should be open, explore new things, and step out of your comfort zone, there also comes a point when you need to just breathe and take life in. When you are single it is easy to find yourself constantly searching for that someone or something that you can miss out on what is right in front of you, waiting for you to just take the time to stop and notice it. Between work, networking, friends, family, and passion projects you can find yourself just on the go and doing THE most. And it took me falling to realize, I need to sit my ass down somewhere and just breathe and take a damn break. And that’s exactly what I did during the rest of the holiday. I relaxed, regrouped and realized that what is right for me will come when it is time. And more than likely it is going to come from somewhere I least expect in a package that I never thought it would be in. But I have made the conscious choice to slow down and finally treat my FOMO. After all FOMO is really just another way of saying you’re always looking for something/someone bigger and better. And there comes a point in life where you have to recognize what you need is right there if you take the time to actually see it. I will not go through 2015 with any Fears, including the fear of missing out. Instead I will go into this New Year with Faith to know that what is for me is for me and patience to wait for what is right without fear. And finally the wisdom to always look down before I walk! Cheers to 2015!
What happens when you get a group of single, married, and divorced ladies together for some great wine and conversation about dating and relationships… An amazing time. Here are some pictures from my very first Cocktails and Confessions event.
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Photos By: AhjeiNicole Photography