My eating habits are a complete reflection of my dating life. I fall in like, then sleep with the guy (mostly before I find out if I really like him), then I get bored, string the guy along for a couple more weeks until I find a new batch of eggs to fry.
My roommate witnessed this daily intake of yummy goodness and high cholesterol diet in both realms. She couldn’t keep up with Bill, Joey, Louis, Carlos... (the list continues). My fatty diet was becoming toxic. It lacked any nutritional value, any real sense of a wholesome meal.
Many outsiders think I live the most exciting dating life; that I’ve gone out on these fantastic dates and have met all these amazing men. While I would love to lead you on to believe that this is true, I just can’t. I continue to date rotten eggs. I often forget to check the box to see if the eggs are cracked. Sadly, most of the time they are. I made excuses for my shit diet: I don’t have time to cook; I don’t have time to learn how to cook; I don’t like cooking. And what have these excuses led me to? A boring, flavorless dating life. It’s so much easier for me not to think about what I’m putting in my body (no pun intended).
The guys I have dated (to put it nicely) are boring. Each time I date one of these guys, I know exactly what I am getting myself into. And why? Because it’s safe for me. I know what to expect each time.
How can I add a little spice to my menu? I pondered this over an egg sandwich. I started asking around.
“Well, why don’t you try something you normally wouldn’t try, like rock climbing?”
My lovely friend was right. The top two places where I have met all my dating prospects are coffee shops and bars. Obviously that is not working.
Maybe I could join a boxing class or learn how to play Dungeon and Dragons. However, while I understand that maybe venturing out of my routine would provide me with the opportunity to meet interesting guys, I have a feeling that I’m meeting the same guys not because of where I go (I’m sure there are exciting and thrilling guys at coffee shops and bars), but because I always pick the ones out of the bunch who fall into my comfort zone, or I am usually too much in a hurry to really think about the guy that I just said ‘yes’ to a date with before really figuring out if I do find him interesting at all.
Maybe I should put together some type of checklist that one must meet on the exciting scale before I say, “Yes! I’ve been dying to go on another movie and dinner date! Please serenade me with your indie rock music and tell me your story about how you fell in love with hiking in Washington!”
Our habits in our daily lives will attract certain types of people. If we live a lackluster life, we’ll probably attract lackluster people. Adding a little spice sometimes can seem overbearing. We don’t know how our tastebuds will react. Will the spice be too powerful? Will we realize we can’t handle certain excitement? Maybe if I wasn’t too damn afraid to experiment, I might find the perfect combination of what works for me. Maybe a little cayenne pepper, mixed with jalapeno, cumin, cinnamon, and a little garlic? While that actually sounds disgusting, who the heck knows? Can’t be worse than eating the same thing every day.
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