2015 has started in complete denial for me. After over a year and a half of heartbreak, some stress that came with that and some guts that came out of nowhere and ripped some bandages covering a lot of bad bad things, I had decided it was time to practice being single. But not in a wallowing in self pity feeling sorry for myself kind of way, nor in a “men are terrible, I should only rely on pets” kind, either. Just being single and being curious about every single experience, from having the morning coffee by myself, to fully functioning professionally and socially. Not that I had not been single before, but very rarely was I not “on the market”.
So, half of 2014 I had been single and since December of that year, I had decided I actually was going to give this solo thing a try. It lasted four full months. It doesn’t look much in writing, either!
Well, here is what happened!
Armed with the will to practice curiosity and patience, I have started planning, for 2015, all those things I never got to do with my friends. One of them was visiting my friend Andreea, who had moved to Sweden a few years back and had asked me numerous times to visit her. This was a good time to finally do it! We started planning and she said at one point “We’re gonna find you a guy here!”, to which a quickly replied: “Oh no, dude, I am doing this single thing now!”
We had some common friends on Facebook, but I decided we should have more, so I befriended a few other people on her list, that I thought we could meet in Sweden. Among them, there was this guy named Eirikur, who looked nothing like a guy that would have anything to do with me. Perfect! I was looking for “nothing will ever happen between us!”. He was dressing differently, had flesh tubes, tattoos...I was a geek! A boring, cute….but boring-looking girl!
We started talking and it was so boringly platonic! It was great! Until he said “Oh, you’re coming to Sweden? I am living in Norway, but am visiting my parents a few times a year and stopping in Andreea’s city. Maybe we can meet!”
I probably replied: “That would be nice!”. To be honest, I don’t remember what “chill” thing I said, I know that my next reaction was in Andreea’s private message window: “Andreea, remember May? March! I meant March!”
The very platonic, chill and boring conversations we were having were not that boring anymore. But I still told myself “it’s cool, we’ll see, I don’t know him”. The actual truth, the one I was afraid to look at at that time was the “March!” I had typed to Andreea.
I was not ready to go through “Let’s just be friends”, “You’re not my type”, “My aunt in the Rocky Mountains needs my help for the next 5 years”, “I am afraid of flying”, or whatever other incompatibility or lack of willingness might come my way from this whole experience. I was not ready so I started getting ready. I told myself all those things: “He does not want a relationship, he is afraid of flying, he doesn’t need a long distance thing and his aunt in the Rocky Mountains is old and sick and definitely needs him!”
We’ve met on the night of March 20. We had pizza and coffee. We said goodbye a few days later. He never had an aunt in the Rocky Mountains. Nor was he afraid of flying.
Four years later, this morning, he woke up, went jogging, had breakfast and went to work. I fed our daughter and put her back to bed. I read the news, had my coffee and now I’m writing this cute and a bit embarrassing piece to let all of you, guys, know a couple of things:
Today is our anniversary.
Long-distance relationships work.
Constance, the doll you see in the photo, is the result of him supporting my passion for collecting fashion dolls.
So, half of 2014 I had been single and since December of that year, I had decided I actually was going to give this solo thing a try. It lasted four full months. It doesn’t look much in writing, either!
Well, here is what happened!
Armed with the will to practice curiosity and patience, I have started planning, for 2015, all those things I never got to do with my friends. One of them was visiting my friend Andreea, who had moved to Sweden a few years back and had asked me numerous times to visit her. This was a good time to finally do it! We started planning and she said at one point “We’re gonna find you a guy here!”, to which a quickly replied: “Oh no, dude, I am doing this single thing now!”
We had some common friends on Facebook, but I decided we should have more, so I befriended a few other people on her list, that I thought we could meet in Sweden. Among them, there was this guy named Eirikur, who looked nothing like a guy that would have anything to do with me. Perfect! I was looking for “nothing will ever happen between us!”. He was dressing differently, had flesh tubes, tattoos...I was a geek! A boring, cute….but boring-looking girl!
We started talking and it was so boringly platonic! It was great! Until he said “Oh, you’re coming to Sweden? I am living in Norway, but am visiting my parents a few times a year and stopping in Andreea’s city. Maybe we can meet!”
I probably replied: “That would be nice!”. To be honest, I don’t remember what “chill” thing I said, I know that my next reaction was in Andreea’s private message window: “Andreea, remember May? March! I meant March!”
The very platonic, chill and boring conversations we were having were not that boring anymore. But I still told myself “it’s cool, we’ll see, I don’t know him”. The actual truth, the one I was afraid to look at at that time was the “March!” I had typed to Andreea.
I was not ready to go through “Let’s just be friends”, “You’re not my type”, “My aunt in the Rocky Mountains needs my help for the next 5 years”, “I am afraid of flying”, or whatever other incompatibility or lack of willingness might come my way from this whole experience. I was not ready so I started getting ready. I told myself all those things: “He does not want a relationship, he is afraid of flying, he doesn’t need a long distance thing and his aunt in the Rocky Mountains is old and sick and definitely needs him!”
We’ve met on the night of March 20. We had pizza and coffee. We said goodbye a few days later. He never had an aunt in the Rocky Mountains. Nor was he afraid of flying.
Four years later, this morning, he woke up, went jogging, had breakfast and went to work. I fed our daughter and put her back to bed. I read the news, had my coffee and now I’m writing this cute and a bit embarrassing piece to let all of you, guys, know a couple of things:
Today is our anniversary.
Long-distance relationships work.
Constance, the doll you see in the photo, is the result of him supporting my passion for collecting fashion dolls.
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