The Singles Blues
Description
An Ode to Emily
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances
I try to live life in vivid color, but my palette is missing red: “make your heart jump” red, “excited to see you” red, “huge smile across the room” red. The colors I live life in are blue (serenity, cool, calm) and yellow (happiness, joy, laughter). Nice colors. But without red, the portrait lacks true warmth. I’m not just singing the Singles Blues, I’m living in that color most of the time.
I hang out with couples where you can tell there is genuine love, a lifelong commitment, raw honesty, and a unique emotional bond. I bask in the warmth of red their relationship radiates, and for a while, being the third wheel is enjoyable, and I feel hope and optimism…right until I walk into my empty apartment right across from the ocean. The moonlight reflects off the water in an impossibly romantic scene, and my heart aches for someone to share it with. I sigh, get ready for bed, and tell myself: someday. I feel blue.
I worry my heart is dying a slow death from lack of expression - because here’s no one to express the love I have to give, I fear it’s killing the best part of me. The inability to express my love toward someone else didn’t just create a void - over time, like a sick cosmic joke, the void has collapsed on itself creating a black hole that just sucks the joy right out of my soul. Ok, ok, so I’m being a tad melodramatic. I’m actually very happy most days, and there are certainly benefits to being single. Still…you get my point.
This thing these couples have - that unsaid, but powerful bond - I haven’t felt it for anyone in a long, long time. My dates are mostly entertaining news stories to tell my married friends. My relationships in the past few years have been - at best - mediocre. I don’t crave companionship (I am blessed with fabulous friends, both men and women). I crave love. Romantic love. Passionate love. Intimate love.
I thought I’d miss passion the most. I don’t. I miss the moments of emotional love - you know, when your partner reaches their hand out to you to touch your face, saying nothing, all emotional content conveyed in that one gesture? When you had a crappy day and the mere appearance of them at your door erases the stress instantly? Someone to just hold you - not like a friend hug - I mean, really hold you, whispering in your ear that you are loved, and will always be loved?
When I think about these moments, I realize that I don’t miss receiving this kind of love it half as much as I miss giving it.
Any advice for jump-starting the “expressing love”? Do you do special things for friends and family? Volunteer work? Or, do you think this is a self-love issue? How do I paint some red into these Singles Blues?
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances
I try to live life in vivid color, but my palette is missing red: “make your heart jump” red, “excited to see you” red, “huge smile across the room” red. The colors I live life in are blue (serenity, cool, calm) and yellow (happiness, joy, laughter). Nice colors. But without red, the portrait lacks true warmth. I’m not just singing the Singles Blues, I’m living in that color most of the time.
I hang out with couples where you can tell there is genuine love, a lifelong commitment, raw honesty, and a unique emotional bond. I bask in the warmth of red their relationship radiates, and for a while, being the third wheel is enjoyable, and I feel hope and optimism…right until I walk into my empty apartment right across from the ocean. The moonlight reflects off the water in an impossibly romantic scene, and my heart aches for someone to share it with. I sigh, get ready for bed, and tell myself: someday. I feel blue.
I worry my heart is dying a slow death from lack of expression - because here’s no one to express the love I have to give, I fear it’s killing the best part of me. The inability to express my love toward someone else didn’t just create a void - over time, like a sick cosmic joke, the void has collapsed on itself creating a black hole that just sucks the joy right out of my soul. Ok, ok, so I’m being a tad melodramatic. I’m actually very happy most days, and there are certainly benefits to being single. Still…you get my point.
This thing these couples have - that unsaid, but powerful bond - I haven’t felt it for anyone in a long, long time. My dates are mostly entertaining news stories to tell my married friends. My relationships in the past few years have been - at best - mediocre. I don’t crave companionship (I am blessed with fabulous friends, both men and women). I crave love. Romantic love. Passionate love. Intimate love.
I thought I’d miss passion the most. I don’t. I miss the moments of emotional love - you know, when your partner reaches their hand out to you to touch your face, saying nothing, all emotional content conveyed in that one gesture? When you had a crappy day and the mere appearance of them at your door erases the stress instantly? Someone to just hold you - not like a friend hug - I mean, really hold you, whispering in your ear that you are loved, and will always be loved?
When I think about these moments, I realize that I don’t miss receiving this kind of love it half as much as I miss giving it.
Any advice for jump-starting the “expressing love”? Do you do special things for friends and family? Volunteer work? Or, do you think this is a self-love issue? How do I paint some red into these Singles Blues?
Début de l'événement
08.01.2023
Fin de l'événement
08.01.2023