You know what I hate?-- When single people, who obviously like each other, dilly-dally, play games, run hot/cold, and drop hints for months, instead of just coming out and saying it.
Wow, suddenly I feel like Andy Rooney. The voice in my head actually sounded like Andy Rooney, and suddenly, I can picture myself as a disgruntled old man, hunched over and scowling, wearing what appears to be a rather uncomfortable suit and tie, as I hear the stopwatch from 60 Minutes tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-ticking in my ear. Uh-oh. Hill is doing a "gripe" blog. This can't be good.
It is not so much a gripe as it is a long-standing question that has been hanging over my head for quite some time. I have never been quite sure why, but many of my friends come to me for relationship advice. Maybe it is because I am honest and won't just tell them what they want to hear, or maybe it is because I have been through a divorce, and because of that, they think that, now, I "have it all figured out".
Hahahahahahahahahaha. Ohhhhhhhhh... Whew... That is just damn funny. I think I have cramps from laughing now. Okay, back to my point. Me. My friends. Relationship advice. Got it.
Hey Hill, you're never going to believe what happened last night. I was hanging out with her, and she said this, and she did that, and I'm thinking, "Okay, this is finally going to go somewhere," but every time I ask her what is going on with us, I can't get an answer.
Hey Hill, so I hung out with that guy this weekend. You know-- the guy I was telling you about, that I've been talking to for awhile. A bunch of us went out, but he and I spent the whole night together, while everyone else was sort of doing their own thing. We've been friends for awhile, but everyone thinks we should get together. I really like him, but I'm not sure what to do.
Hey Hill, so that girl I have basically had a crush on for half of my life, well, I think the timing might finally be right, and I'm going to go for it, and just ask her what she thinks. Wish me luck!
Hey Hill, so what is going on with you and that guy? I am surprised you guys haven't gone out yet. He obviously likes you, and one of these days, I'm just going to say something if you don't.
All stories of my life. I have people coming to me who have actually been brave enough to confront the issue, people who are scared to death, and people who pay more attention to my personal life than I do, and give me their two-cents. The whole spectrum. However, I will say that the brave ones are few and far between. Most of us lack real stuffing when it comes to making our feelings or intentions plain, and observing this time and again, as of late, is what has inspired this, likely overly-thought-out, blurb / blog.
Don't get me wrong. Nothing is more frustrating than beating your head up against a wall, wondering what someone else is thinking, especially in regards to romance. While I certainly cannot give my friends all of the answers they are seeking, I am happy to dish out said advice, with the hopes that it may help my nearest and dearest to focus on the real issue at hand in their lives, move on from someone who is not worth their time, or work harder to build something with someone who is. While so many divorced women tend to fall on the bitter, I-hate-men-and-marriage-and happiness-and-sunshine-and-joy-of-any-kind side of things, I actually really dig a happy ending, and love closely observing the dynamics of relationships. It is, after all, a fascinating dance.
Allow me to set the scene. You meet someone, and there is a noticeable spark. You test the waters, get to know each other, develop your own unique line of banter, hang out, help out, open up, confide in, cuss, discuss, or whatever the case may be, and it goes on for weeks, months, maybe even longer. The suspense and tension builds to the point that the elephant in the room has grown to such a grotesque size that, suddenly, the pachyderm's backside has you and your "dance partner" pinned up against a wall, forced to confront the issue at hand. Not pretty (or comfortable), and yet nothing more happens. The chemistry is most certainly there, but the courage, quite obviously, is not.
Or, maybe it is someone you have known for awhile, and then suddenly, there is this extra, added layer to your friendship that cannot quite be explained. She's being oddly affectionate lately. Weird. Is he flirting with me? He's never done that before. Well, let me explain it for you-- it is the "My Goodness, Why Won't You Two Just Admit That You Like Each Other And Get Together Already?" layer. I see it all the time.
The problem is that the dance can sometimes go on forever, and one or both parties become confused, exhausted, (or both) and move on. It seems like, more often than not lately, I am surrounded by people who can dance with the best of them, but are just too damn scared to go for it. Why? Everything is just right-- conditions are perfect.
Aaaaaaaand, now I'm quoting 'Flight of the Conchords'. My goodness, Hill. Do you not have your own voice tonight, or must you continue to borrow one from random celebrities? Whatever. I know you follow me.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "My, my Hill. It sounds like you are speaking from personal experience." Well, duh. Of course I am, at least to an extent, anyway. I, like the rest of the population, have dealt with this problem in the tragic little relationship corner of my life, countless times. It is a situation that has baffled me personally, as well as puzzled me in regards to people who are close to me. However, when experiencing it myself, I have always automatically assumed that my silly, old-fashioned ways were at the root of the problem. After all, I could have always just sucked it up and asked a guy out myself, if I wanted to, but as a "lady" I all but refused to make the first move.
And, you're laughing at the "lady" remark. It's okay, I laughed a little myself when I typed it. Okay, I was snorting. I'll admit it. God knows, if my mother is reading this, she would have a few choice examples of just how un-ladylike I tend to be. Please, Mom, do not 'out' me to the world. But, I digress.
So yes, for quite some time, I always just assumed that the frustrating question of, "Why isn't this going anywhere?" was something that I alone was experiencing, as a result of my own stubborn nature. There have been countless times when the chemistry has been there with a man, and I (and even several observers) have been left scratching our heads, wondering why we were at a virtual stand-still. Come to find out, this is becoming a relationship epidemic. Nobody, in this day and age it seems, wants to put all of their cards on the table.
Well, let me clarify. Most of the time it seems that all of the cards are laid out, save one-- the Let's-See-Where-This-Can-Go card. It is interesting to me how, sometimes, we can open up and divulge some of our most personal thoughts, our deepest secrets and fears to people, but when it comes to pursuing a relationship-- just coming out and saying, "Let's see where this can go,"--people lock up. The trust and understanding in and of one another is completely present, and while that should be the "hard part", we find more difficulty in asking one simple question, or making one simple statement. Why can't we just say it? What are we so afraid of?
Don't misunderstand. I am not writing this as an attack on people who have no guts when it comes to relationships. Hell, I am one of those people myself, a fair amount of the time, which is why the fact that this is seemingly such a common issue, has struck me the way it has. For me, it is not so much fear-based, as it is that I am just kind of old-fashioned. Call me crazy, but I like for a guy to ask me out. However, I find it hard to believe that this is the reason behind all of these occurrences that I am seeing amongst my friends. I believe that most people who should make a go of a relationship with each other, don't, out of fear, not because they are being a stupid, hopeless romantic.
"Now that you have the proper setting, can you say it?" --Debbie Reynolds
And yet, to be fair, perhaps there are more hopeless romantics out there than I realize-- people who are just hoping and waiting for that "perfect" moment, rather than seizing the imperfection that is right in front of them. In one of my absolutely favorite films, "Singin' In The Rain", Gene Kelly simply cannot get up the nerve to express his ever-growing feelings for Debbie Reynolds, seemingly as a result of living his life in cinematic, perfectly-staged "scenes". It isn't until he can create the ultimate romantic setting, using backdrops, soft lighting, and film effects, that he can articulate his attraction to his co-star. Is that what holds us back? The hope of that perfect moment?
Or, perhaps it isn't perfection that stunts the progress of courtship for some of us. Maybe it is simply the fear of upsetting the balance of something that, for all intents and purposes, "works" the way it is. You are friends, and you don't want to screw it up. Your interactions are comfortable, easy, and enjoyable, and you are afraid that, if you shine a glaring spotlight on the aforementioned, ever-swelling elephant, suddenly all of that comfort and ease will go slip-sliding downhill, until it drops into a dark canyon, never to be seen again.
Ah yes, that is when you know you are in serious trouble-- when you place enough value on your current friendship with the person that your fear of risking the relationship as a whole outweighs the fantasy of boosting the relationship to the next level. That's when your friends poke fun at you and chant in sing-songy voices, "You really like them! You really like them!" and you are thrust back into mortifying memories of grade school playground romances that never came to fruition because your friends outed you in front of the entire class. It is in that moment that you suddenly realize that your existence with that person you so long for has become just another one of those thousands of predictable romantic comedies, where two friends secretly pine for each other, but "respect the friendship" too much to own it. Sad.
Wow. You're really going to get your happy ending now, aren't you?-- Sitting back. Admiring from afar. Respecting them as a "friend". Making lame excuses. Yeah, ummmmmm.... no.
When it comes right down to it, as human beings, our ultimate goal, whether we want to admit it or not, is to love and be loved. It is our greatest desire, whether you are a seemingly cold, calculating corporate all-star, or someone who has the temperament to dress up as a department store Santa Claus. Love is love. Period. We cannot help when, where, or how we feel it, and we certainly cannot help for whom we feel it. There is no shame in that, so in reality, there should be no fear in doing what is "only human", right?
The people that get their happy ending are the ones who throw all pride and reservation to the wind, risk making a complete fool of themselves, and just say it. Cinematic perfection, and exquisite imperfection (yes, such a thing exists, and this is coming from a self-proclaimed perfectionist) do not just fall into your lap, and we cannot always dance as gracefully as we would like to sometimes. It takes guts, and guts are irrefutably admirable, at least in my book, whether it brings you that happy ending or not. The object of your affection will always remember how you shook things up, upset the balance, and took a chance, but they will never remember what they never knew in the first place.
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