Post on: June 7th, 2010
The “Date-Us-Hate-Us.”
A few months ago, I realized how much of my life force was being sucked out of me by dating the wrong men. And, sometimes, dating the SAME wrong men more than once! Shocking, I know, in light of my “Wash, Rinse, Repeat” dating story… but yes, dear reader, even I make errors in judgment. This realization led me to go on a “Dating Hiatus”….something I’ve done before, but have never really done wholeheartedly…and for the right reasons. Before, I’d say something like, “I should really stop dating and concentrate on my work and my children.” Of course, after 3 weeks of no dinners out (and, even more distressing, no kissing and/or sex)…I would always cave. Probably because I didn’t REALLY mean it when I said I should stop dating. In reality, I still had my heart set on finding the right man. Finding someone to fill the void left when I lost Drew. I still felt that the rest of my life wouldn’t make sense without that puzzle piece being replaced.
This time, it’s different. I am in month three of my Dating Hiatus (affectionately known amongst family and friends as my “date-us-hate-us”). A term coined by my 11 year old son (do not attempt to steal it as I already have my I.P. attorney drawing up the legal paperwork to make it mine!). I don’t think he meant it to be spelled out that way, he just mispronounced it. But as it spewed forth from his mouth, it seemed like some message from the Universe. And oddly appropros when I wrote it out phonetically the first time.
A Dating Hiatus can be an absolutely liberating and wonderful thing sometimes. It is a palette cleanser of sorts. Mine is supposed to last for 6 months. Ending on my birthday. In October. Now, admittedly, that is one LONG hiatus. But so far, the whole mindful “emotional detachment” thing is working quite well for me. I am HAPPY. Really happy. I am centered and balanced and enjoying life in every way possible. And, as one would expect, now that I am on an “official” Dating Hiatus…men are appearing out of nowhere to sweep me off of my feet.
But I am not caving. Although, admittedly, I may not hold out till October. That’s pushing it, even for a woman as stubborn (I mean strong-willed) as me. And that’s the great thing about a self-imposed hiatus…you get to call it off whenever you feel like it. Hell, I am just excited to have made it to month three!
This post is dedicated to all of the men who don’t really believe me about the hiatus thing. (I’d insert a smiley face…but I despise those little yellow emoticons).




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