I Just Want Your Extra Time and Your K.I.S.S.

I had an interesting conversation with my 15-year-old son today. I was sharing with him why I haven't really dated much. I said I really hadn't had many who were worthy of my time, and more importantly worthy of being a part of his life. At that point he looked at me, smiled, and said, "I like _____" and winked at me. Yes, he actually winked at me! I had to laugh. Then I had to explain that _____ was a wonderful man and he would always be able to know him, but it wasn't likely there would be more to our relationship than friendship.

It made me feel a little silly trying to explain to him that somethings aren't as simple as checking the Yes, No, or Maybe box in the note passed to you in class. Wouldn't it be nice if we could simplify our adult relationships a little more? We add so many layers of baggage and expectation to our already busy, over-taxed lives. I will say, he is entering that over-complicated phase where there is drama upon drama upon drama. Teenage girls seem to find ways to elevate this to an art-form, and we only fine-tune it as we age. It's was really interesting to see how insufferable he finds this and to discover how irritating it is to me as well . . . and . . . that is when the lightbulb went on.

I can honestly admit I created my fair share, though I do believe I am one of the more low-maintenance types out there. (I did have one guy tell me once that I was the Sally kind of high-maintenance -- I think I'm low-maintenance, but really I'm high-maintenance. The thing is, we never even dated, so I don't really know why he said that.) I am particular and I have very high standards; but, really, if you've survived this long without a relationship, why settle for something just to fill the void?!

My point in all that is that I am at the place in life where I really want to re-simplify things. I titled this blog with a nod to a great song by a master lyricist, and an even bigger hint at an old saying. "K.I.S.S." - Keep It Simple, Stupid! (or Keep It Short and Simple). The funny thing is the lyrics of that Prince song kind of embody that principle and my mantra for relationships in my mid-life (crisis?):

Kiss U don’t have 2 be rich 2 be my girl U don’t have 2 be cool 2 rule my world Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with I just want your extra time and your . . . kiss. Women not girls rule my world I said they rule my world Act your age, mama (not your shoe size) Not your shoe size Maybe we could do the twirl U don’t have 2 watch Dynasty 2 have an attitude U just leave it all up 2 me My love will be your food Yeah U don’t have 2 be rich 2 be my girl U don’t have 2 be cool 2 rule my world Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with I just want your extra time and your . . . kiss.

If I can find a man who is genuinely as problem free as I want to be, it could be a match made in heaven, but I'm not holding my breath because the reality is it isn't just the women who fabricate the drama. Men get pretty good at it too.

To borrow the words of Prince, I just want your extra time (because I have crap to do too!) and your kiss (because it really is that simple).

And, so, I leave you with this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gl6jq38K3-M&feature=related

King of the Road

Just a little while ago I posed a question on my Facebook wall because I am preparing for a business trip and have been pondering the ordeal involved in leaving town for a few days. I was wondering if anyone could really pick up and take off at a moment's notice. I asked if there was anyone who didn't have details to cover before they could travel, be it spouse/partner, child, pet, time off from work, laundry, filling travel-sized toiletry bottles . . .

The thing is, even in this age of facility and technological advancement, we still have stuff that tethers us to home, things that make us encumbered. Maybe there are those out there who truly do live that unfettered, bohemian way of life that means you can indulge your wanderlust and go where the wind blows you. But when you come to the end of the road -- perhaps proverbial, perhaps literal -- there is a cost. It means there are no attachments, no fetters, no ties, which isn't always a good thing.

Don't get me wrong. If you are a loner and you are okay with that, more power to you. Be the one we write great epic poems and pithy soul-searching novels about. But, most people were designed for commune (not necessarily to live in a hippy commune) with other humans. We were meant to build and thrive on relationships. We were made for each other.

There is nothing wrong with forming lasting bonds with the people around you. In fact, good or bad those bonds really enrich life. Relationships are complicated, yes. But it's how we grow. It's how we learn. It's how we experience all it means to be human.

It's one thing to be weighed down by stuff -- bobbles, chotchkes, gee-gaws, knick-knacks, and general crap. And, really, that can be the stuff in your household or the stuff in your relationships. Many relationships are filled with trinkets to symbolize a love that is never fully or effectively expressed.

It's a different thing altogether to be surrounded by and invested in people or animals who care for and depend on you. So, I guess I'm saying take an inventory of the stuff in your life and evaluate whether or not it's something worth the amount of time it slows you down for jumping on the next train to wherever. If you don't care whether or not it's there when you come back, maybe it shouldn't be taking up space in your life at all (that goes for people too). If you feel the need to make sure it receives the proper care and attention while you're gone, protect it. Guard it. Make plans before you go anywhere to see that what you cherish is safe.

With that said, I have to start packing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmOe27SJ3Yc

It's the Little Things

About twenty years ago I found a book called "10,000 Things to Be Happy About" by Barbara Ann Kipfer. I made a practice of keeping a copy around that I could give to someone when it seemed they might be in need of such a thing. It's exactly how it sounds. It's a list of 10,000 things that make the author happy; everything from puppy breath to lichen to baby oil to fast-food meal toy collecting and everything in between. Some of them are the typical things that prompt those warm fuzzies for most people. Some of them are very particular to her. The reason I gave this book away was because I always felt it was good to be able to find gratitude even in the darkest of hours. This book was a point of inspiration so they could begin to find their own happy things.

I know this is a rather Pollyanna-esque attitude, but it works. It is so easy to become self-absorbed when you are licking wounds that it's hard to find your way out. Gratitude for the little things is one way to start the journey back. It allows you to see things with a fresh perspective, to realize most things aren't as insurmountable as they seem, to discover the things in life that matter. It puts things in their proper place.

I think the same approach is necessary for relationships. We forget to show gratitude for the little things. We neglect to do small acts of kindness for those we love. We take so much for granted that we can't remember that we aren't really entitled to any of it. It's all a gift. When was the last time you told your partner how much they mean to you on a day that wasn't a nationally appointed holiday? How long has it been since you just hugged your friend because you could? What if you started telling your child every day how proud you are to be their parent, not because of their good grades or sports accomplishments, but just because you are glad to know them?

Start keeping a list of the little things that make you happy and you just might find there is this weird feeling creeping in that could overtake and consume you. It's called joy. It's also known as contentment. Maybe it could even be peace. Those are things in short supply these days. Life is too short to exist in turmoil. Find something to be happy about, even if it's just a really good cup of coffee -- which, of course, for coffee addicts is no small thing!

I have many happinesses, but stopped making a list a long time ago. I think I will get back on that. At the top of my list will be my favorite quote from the book:

"Let me bring lollipops and confetti and silly things and place them at your feet."

The reason I like this so much is it's about serendipity -- the gift of finding pleasant things unsought (also defined as inner peace) -- and then sharing that which is serendipitous with someone else. I like the word, the concept of serendipity so much it was my first tattoo nearly two decades ago.

I had forgotten about the above quote for many years and several months ago I went looking to find it again to no avail. While I was in the shower tonight it crept back up from the recesses of my brain and resonated so clearly it was as if someone whispered it in my ear. I'd say that's pretty serendipitous, wouldn't you? With that, I give you the newly resumed list (in progress):

my light-green warm and fuzzy bathrobe that I forgot was in my closet

a day when my To Do List gets done

those rare moments when my teenage son thinks i'm cool

ranunculus

the way my friends feel at home in my home

brand-spankin new school supplies

the perfect bite (of food)

being validated in my work

good, stimulating conversation

the first bit of pressure from a massage that lets you know they know what they're doing

feeling smart

a cold drink of water after a fierce workout

snuggling

driving with the lid open playing roadtrip music perfection

painted toenails in every color of the rainbow (and some that don't occur in nature)

a long awaited album from a favorite musician

warm buttered bread

lists . . .

The Agony and the Ecstasy

Exquisite. This word has been stuck in my head all day. I don't know why. I don't recall reading it anywhere or hearing it on television. But there it is, echoing over and over as if it's on a loop. The funny thing about saying a word multiple times is that it usually starts sounding really bizarre, but this one still sounds, well . . . exquisite.

I looked it up. I know what it means, but I wanted to see if there were any archaic or obsolete meanings that might put a new spin on it and to see the etymology. No big surprises in the definition, except I forgot about the negative connotation in which it can be used. Normally we think: Oh, she has exquisite taste in jewelry. But, you can also say: He felt exquisite pain. (Or, left an Exquisite Corpse . . . a shout out to my Hedwig pals) -- meaning it was acute or intense. The etymology, however, was a little unexpected. It's origin is Latin and is the past participle of "to seek out." So, exquisite is something intrinsically sought after. Interesting. It makes sense, though. I think we are, obviously, drawn to intense beauty. But is that really the same thing for everyone?

There have been a few occasions recently where one of my dear friends has commented that we would never fight over a guy because our tastes are so very different. (Nevermind the fact that we wouldn't be competing for the same boys anyway since his would not be interested in me.) In every circumstance I recognized certain aspects of these men that were appealing, but not enough to make me swoon, certainly not enough to make me fight my friend for them. Then I had a conversation with my best (female) friend about this subject and I observed that we would fight over the same guys, then I realized it would only be the celebrity crushes. We don't like the same types of real guys.

So, what does that say? For one thing, I think it demonstrates my earlier point about being drawn to intense beauty. We can't help but be drawn in by those tv and movie stars who are exquisite creatures. We dream of being them and being with them. We spend insane amounts of money and suffer ungodly torture in the attempt to mold our bodies to resemble them. (Talk about exquisite pain!)

More importantly, I think it illustrates the adage that beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. I think the reason for that is true beauty lies below superficial appearance and the beauty that really catches one's eye is discovered experientially. My friends and I have a lot in common. That's one of the reasons we are friends, so it would stand to reason we would be drawn to the same types of people, right? Well, that might be true for friendship. But, when it comes to matters of the heart, when we're talking about that "thing" that makes us move heaven and earth to be with someone, it rarely follows logic. I might be able to appreciate someone and acknowledge they are attractive, but that doesn't mean I am attracted to them.

I think it really comes down to my spin on another old saying: Love at first sight. I think I've mentioned this in a previous post, but I do believe in love at first sight, I just don't know that you really see someone the first time you lay eyes on them. I think there is this moment in your interaction with someone when you see into their soul and you either like what you see or you don't. You either get them or you don't. You either see their beauty or you don't. It's that simple.

So, maybe there's no big relationship "advice" in this one, maybe just more of an observation. Or, maybe the advice is just to go with it. Don't question why you love who you love. Don't question why someone else loves who they love. Just love, because loving deeply is an exquisite experience -- exquisitely glorious and exquisitely painful all at the same time. But, isn't that what it means to truly live?

It Takes a Village

I've been observing my son navigate boyfriend/girlfriend relationships recently and I am very fascinated (if not a little troubled) by his latest choice. More than that, I'm intrigued by the lack of interaction they seem to have. She is everything I despise about 14-year-old girls, everything I despised even as a 14-year-old girl; but, I fret not, because I know it will be short-lived. I'm more interested in the fact that his best friends are girls and he spends more time on the phone, going to the mall, and hanging out with them than with his "girlfriend". This is not unlike the role I found myself in through much of my life -- the side-kick, not the girlfriend.

This reminds me of a conversation I had with my best friend a while ago in which we discussed the marriage dynamic and how she realized her husband could not -- and probably should not -- be all things to her. She has friends who serve as confidants and friends who offer her intellectual stimulation. There are those with whom she can go dancing, others who share in the parenting struggle, and more still who connect with her for spiritual growth.

At one point it pained her to realize that her husband wasn't her equal in certain areas, that he couldn't identify with her in others. Then she discovered that this is true with most of her relationships and that isn't necessarily problematic. We all have this romantic notion that our life partner is supposed to be, as the Queen of Soul sings, "All I need to get by." We want them to be our world and to fulfill us.

Those are really nice ideas, very idyllic fantasies; but, the reality is they just aren't life. If you have everything in common with your mate, someone isn't being honest. The idea that opposites attract is more than just a chemistry experiment or a catchy tune by Paula Abdul. It is true that being too different typically creates incompatibility, but just enough differences create an environment where each of you can grow and learn from one another.

Rather than searching for some one who will complete you, look for someone who will complement you. Note the difference: I did not say "compliment," to tell you flattering things and fluff up your ego. I mean complement - to be a companion to what you have to offer, to be compatible and work in concert.

Basically, I'm saying if you find the person you think you can't live without because they are your everything, it is highly likely you need to broaden your horizons. Don't become so consumed by someone that you no longer can tell where you end and they begin. I know the biblical notion of marriage is that two become one, but that doesn't mean you become one identity. It means your efforts are united. It means you work in unison. It means you are still who you are, they are still who they are, but you are unified in how you choose to exist.

So, have your mate and playmates too (no, I don't mean the Heff kind). Keep those other relationships alive and thriving. Let them contribute to your life and your romance. The more well-rounded you are, the better you will be to your partner, and vice-versa. (Which means, girls, don't horn in when he has they guys over to watch the game. You wouldn't want him tagging along when you go shopping with your entourage. I know -- stereotypical and sexist, but you get my point.)

Keep your friends, rely on them, and allow them to help you stay you. Afterall, the person that attracted your guy or gal is who they wanted in the first place. What makes you think they'd want to see you give that up?

Because, we all know that song "All of Me" doesn't have the happiest of endings.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P0hG3sD0-E

(and since I mentioned it . . . )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_USIBgm2Rk

She Blinded Me With Science

I went to my physical therapy assessment today, post surgery on my shoulder. Even though it was an inconsiderate assault on my already brutalized appendage, it was an opportunity to begin moving it around a little -- something I thought I wouldn't be allowed to do for a month. One of the "exercises" she prescribed as a warm-up was an activity where I would let my arm hang limp and allow it to swing like a pendulum. As I am want to do, I started wondering about the aspects of a pendulum, so I looked it up -- another practice to which I am prone.

Well, a pendulum is something that hangs from a fixed point, and when it is pulled back and released, is free to swing down by force of gravity and then out and up because of its inertia. AND, inertia is a law of physics that a body in motion will remain in motion, and a body at rest will stay at rest unless acted on by an outside force.

So, of course that made me think: boy, this is not only literally applicable to my physical being, but metaphorically applicable to my psyche. I wouldn't say I've exactly been dormant lately, but I certainly haven't been aggressively propelled into motion and have just kind of been riding that wave. As I am now starting to put motion into my shoulder, I am thinking it is probably about time that I not be so passive about the motion in my relationships.

I believe we have a tendency to become complaisant, just going along for the ride once we set something in motion and forget to be an active participant. We settle into being the body in motion instead of being the outside force acting upon it. We neglect our responsibility in keeping the body in motion.

There is a whole lot of sciency stuff about the types of pendula (?) that exist and how they are used that would probably help my little metaphor along, and I know there are a number of factors that help in calculating how long it will swing and in what direction and things like that, but I'm not a scientist for a very good reason. But, what I do know is that it can end up being wonky and swing without rhythm -- called chaotic motion. Think of a child on a swing and how easily it can begin to twist and turn.

What does all that mean? It means, once we begin a relationship, we often assume it is going to propel itself, that we don't have to participate in a deliberate way, relying on the laws of physics to keep it going; but, just as the kid on the swing, if the force that keeps them in motion is applied with uneven pressure -- say, if you push with only one hand, or don't follow through on the motion -- the oscillation is no longer harmonic.

It's okay to get out of balance on occasion. I loved to get the spin going on a swing. It makes it more exciting than the simple back and forth. But, if you are careless about it or let it go too long, what happens is you end up with such torsion that it makes you sick, you pinch your fingers in the chain, and you lose momentum. When you swing too high, you end up losing the tension in the rope, the trajectory is off, and you flop down in a jerk.

The point is, relationships don't stay in steady motion on their own and the wrong kind of outside influence can get them off track. You have to be actively involved. You have to check the propulsion. Sometimes you have to give it a gentle, balanced nudge. You have to be mindful of the direction and monitor the velocity of the swing. It's a dance and it kinda makes me think of the old Thomas Dolby song, because when you get it right, it can be poetry in motion.

Use Your Words!

I try not to be too self-indulgent in my posts, to use this as a platform to gripe about pet-peeves, or to take up personal issues. But, I have to take a moment to address a disturbing trend. It's this tendency for people to type in Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. the non-word "Meh." What the hell is that?! I know it is an attempt to spell a guttural utterance, a grumbling sound. But why? I find it incredibly annoying that this is getting legs under it such that it's become a "thing."

Have we truly lost the ability to communicate verbally? Are we reduced to muttering and mumbling responses? It reminds me of a practice in Montessori schools. When your child is developing their verbal skills and you begin cultivating your spoken communication you are taught to instruct your child to "use your words" rather than grunting and pointing to get across what they want or need. I am beginning to think speaking, along with writing, is becoming a lost art.

Being able to express yourself effectively is crucial to survival in the business world. More and more companies are recognizing the short-comings of their employees and enrolling them in training to improve their written and verbal skills. I think the same needs to happen for us in our personal relationships as well. We need to start holding seminars on "The Dictionary: It's Not Just a Foot Rest," or "Wordplay: It's the New Foreplay," or "Grunting Is For After You Get Me In Bed," or "A Thesaurus is Not a Giant Lizard." (I actually have that one on a bumper sticker!)

Language is so incredibly nuanced as it is, when we stop using actual words altogether it makes it nearly impossible to discern what someone means and communication breaks down. Granted, tone and body language say a whole lot, but those easily can be misread. When you don't say what you mean (and mean what you say) how do you expect your relationships to survive, much less thrive?

So, start talking people! I'm not saying you have to run your mouth incessantly. (That's an issue for another blog day.) But, speak up and speak clearly. Instead of "Meh," say "No, I don't think so," or "Well, I'm not sure how I feel about that," or "Eww, that doesn't appeal to me," or "Maybe later." Any of those or a thousand other thoughts could be implied by that blurt, so use your words!

Return to Sender

I believe everyone, at some point in their lives has fallen for someone who didn't return the feelings. Whether you were just more invested in the relationship than they were or you admired them from afar, never even landing on their radar, it is one of the most painful experiences imaginable. It makes you question everything about who you are. Even the most self-confident, attractive, accomplished people wonder: What is wrong with me? Why am I not good enough?

While I was visiting LA -- the land of the beautiful people -- I was tempted with feelings of inferiority and unattractiveness. In a world where image is so important and people spend so much money not only to ward off aging, but to manicure themselves into this false notion of beauty, it can be difficult not to ask those same questions. However, I took a really close look around me and the majority of the people there are really quite average. And all of them, even the "perfect" ones, have flaws and insecurities that can't be overcome.

I ended up in a conversation with my sister-in-law (who, incidentally, is one of those women you hate because she is naturally beautiful inside and out--truly one of the most amazing people I know, darn her!). We were talking about all the super-models and gorgeous actresses who either cheat or have been cheated on. It initially makes you think, Wow! If they can't hang on to their partner, what chance to do any of us regular Joes have? Then you have to look at who these men/women are cheating with. They aren't necessarily upgrades. That just goes to show you that it really has so little to do with looks. It is usually about some other need that isn't being met. I closed the conversation by saying that cheating is either a defect in the cheater or a defect in the cheatee, something missing from the relationship that has nothing to do with physical appearance.

So, I guess what I'm saying in all of this is that so often we are too quick to jump to the assumption that there is something wrong with us if we fail to attract someone, believing we are inferior. The truth is, being prettier, skinnier, more popular, wealthier isn't necessarily the key. It's about making the right connection with the right person. If that other person isn't interested or committed, it is rarely about how you look. You just have to accept that for whatever reason they are the wrong one for you, no matter how right they may feel in the moment. That's never an easy thing to accept. But, learning how to look past the swarm of emotions and hormones just might allow you to see the person out there who is right and is waiting for you with baited breath.

Even Elvis was shot down a time or two. Enjoy!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z54-QHEZN6E

Are You The Odd Couple?

Compatibility. I've been thinking about that a lot lately as I've had a friend staying with me for a few months. Don't get me wrong. I'm not using this blog to passive-aggressively bitch about him. But, it has made me realize that compatibility of lifestyles is crucial to a healthy relationship.

Yes, it is important when you consider partnering with someone that you nail down the big stuff like how you feel about children, marriage, money, religion. But, it is equally important to figure out the nitty-gritty of living together that you can't determine from dinner conversation.

I'm talking about things like: Does he spend more time grooming himself in the bathroom than you do? Can you work with that? Do you have particulars about housecleaning that he can't honor? Are you willing to pick up his slack? Does she need more "face time" than you are willing to give? Where's the compromise? Does it bother you to have someone always probing your brain for your thoughts? How much are you willing to share?

My friend and temporary roommate has a lot of security hang-ups. I get that, and I totally understand why, as I know the source of them. However, it makes me crazy that he can't also understand that when the cats have broken the blinds trying to see out them, I have to keep them raised so I'm not replacing every set of blinds in the house each month. Most of the curtains close to provide privacy. It also bugs the snot out of me that he tries to close the one set of curtains that aren't designed to be closed. They're only window dressings. (YES, I am aware that men don't understand why you'd have something that wasn't functional. Give me a break, I found a fabric remnant I liked, and that was all I could do with it.) Besides, they aren't on a window that is a security risk anyway.

So, my point is, I know, in many circles, it is taboo to live together before you are married. I think they should reconsider that position, cause here's the thing . . . if the reason for this restriction is your fear of encouraging premarital sex, I'll let you in on a little secret: You don't have to co-habitate to find means and opportunity for that. More importantly, sharing your life and your space with someone is one of the biggest stressors on a relationship. If you don't have time to learn about how the other person functions in their personal space before you make a lifetime commitment, you could be stuck in something that will make you miserable til death do you part, if you make it that long.

Compatibility isn't just about common interests in music, art, books or about sharing life goals and ideals. It's about existing in the same space and enjoying that.

Oh, and for the record, my friend and I aren't compatible, but not just because he puts the dishes away in the wrong places. I'm not his "type."

Up Close and Personal

I am in a unique situation with my job in that I work from home assisting my boss from several hundred miles away. I deal with authors who live all over the country, most of whom I will never meet face-to-face. There are so many pros to this kind of arrangement . . . such as . . . oh, getting to work from home! . . . and with the technology that exists today, it really isn't that complicated. The down side is that you don't get the benefits afforded to you by face-to-face communication.

This week my boss is in town and we are getting to actually meet for the first time. (Bizarre, I know!) I have found it so very fascinating to finally put a face on this voice I've communicated with multiple times a day for the last month. I am finding that, even with a photo to go on, she still isn't what I pictured. We have a tendency to develop mental images around the perceptions we have formulated based on limited information. Once we have those perceptions challenged, it takes time to readjust because everything you imagined has to be adapted.

This is not to say it's a bad thing. I am really glad to have this time with her because I have a much better understanding of how she operates and how we will function together. I now know how to better work with her to get the most out of what roles each of us play.

So, this is relevant to the blog in this way: I've found more and more people are turning to online dating in hopes of capturing that elusive romance. I know a number of people who swear by it. Here is why I will never resort to that method . . . it is hard enough to fully know someone when you can look them in the eye, how on earth do you expect to really get an understanding of who they are by way of a computer chat?

Please understand, I really do subscribe to the "To Each His Own" motto, and if it's working for you, go right ahead. I'm simply saying, for someone like me who has a very vivid imagination, leaving everything to the imagination has its pitfalls. I know some might say it is easier to be yourself when you aren't "in person" dating because you are less self-conscious. I would argue that for the person who is savvy enough to read people (and you don't get that way by not interacting with them personally), you can know a lot even if they don't think they are sharing anything.

It is okay to meet someone online; but, in my not so humble opinion, it is important to meet in person before too much time passes. The impressions you form through this limited form of communication can be difficult to overcome. Even something as simple as picturing where they live, what chair they sit in to talk to you, how they dress can affect the way you interact with that person. Unpacking that already established perception can make future interaction difficult if you don't know how to reframe it. Suppose you fabricate the idea that someone is one way and they can't live up to the expectation. That can have a devastating effect on the future of your relationship. Conversely, if you don't expect much, you might not give them the chance to show you their full potential.

It isn't about appearance and learning that their avatar was photo-shopped beyond reason, or that they lied about their body specifications in their profile. It's about their body language and the vibe they emit and their comportment. Those are things that just aren't effectively transmitted electronically.

So, my point is, we already know that the written word isn't as effective as it used to be, and the nuances of emotion you can hear in vocal tone and modulation say so much more. So, the degree of understanding you get when you add that physical (yet intangible) energy to the mix is powerful.

What I now know, from having interacted with my boss in person, changes our relationship. We will have better communication. We have established more trust. We know what sarcasm or frustration or humor or epiphany looks like on the other now. It's about dimension and layers of understanding and it's what it means to be personally involved. That's not just good for romance. It's good for all sorts of relationships.

Enjoy the Silence

Amidst the clatter, the whirl, and the buzz of the cicada infestation it can be difficult to formulate a thought. I heard on the news yesterday that the decibel level generated by one of these little creatures (almost 90 decibels) can be almost as loud as the average lawn mower. When was the last time you had a pleasant conversation while cutting the grass? The sound permeates walls, windows, and doors. It drowns out everything else. It is obnoxious and intrusive.

So can be the incessant chatter of someone who needs to fill the air with noise. Nervous chatter not only compromises your ability to really engage in conversation with someone and hear what they have to say, it also prevents that inner voice from speaking to you when you need to receive that instinctual guidance.

Recently, I was on a car trip with a friend and I encouraged them to lean back and rest during the drive. It was nice to feel comfortable enough with someone not to feel the need to make idle conversation just for the sake of filling a void. It was nice to know that we were enough at ease in one another's company that we didn't HAVE to talk, that there was no void to fill. Not that we don't have plenty to say when we want to.

If you are now remembering the incredibly awkward scene from "When Harry Met Sally" where they had nothing to say after their night together and tried to rationalize it as a good thing, don't mistakenly equate the two. You will know when the silence is out of lack of communication or truly from comfort and compatibility. Also, you'll know because you won't feel the need to clarify that everything is okay even though you aren't talking.

To me, true intimacy is having everything under the sun to talk about, and choosing not to just so you can enjoy the other person's presence. If you can be quiet and be still with someone, there are loads of things that can actually pass between you.

With that, I'm going to stop my chattering and let you enjoy the silence.

Rapture

So all this end-of-the-world nonsense got me thinking about a couple things. First, I wondered what is the actual definition of rapture (because I do that), since the word is being thrown about so loosely. In addition to the most commonly understood meaning of "carrying a person to another place or sphere of existence," it is also (and primarily) defined as "joyful ecstasy." Now, we could explore the many ways those are mutually inclusive, but I think that's kind of overstating the obvious.

Next, I thought about the element of trust wrapped up in this non-event. The level of trust these followers demonstrated is impressive, albeit misguided. I think of how devastating it must be for those people to sit on this side of the prediction feeling so very betrayed.

All of that brings me to my thoughts on relationships and how crucial both components are to success in love. Yes, ecstasy is invaluable, but joyful ecstasy is a few degrees beyond because it's more than just sexual gratification. It's a deeper experience, and it's one that requires complete trust. Conversely, it is evoked by complete trust.

Trust is a tough one. Once it's been fractured, it is so hard to restore, and not just between you and the individual who damaged it. One such event can affect your ability to trust anyone. It makes you suspicious of everything, constantly expecting betrayal. It's a difficult place to exist. But, allowing yourself to trust someone, giving them access to the deeply personal stuff, and exposing who is under the facade, is a terrifyingly liberating thing to do.

I'm not advocating you dump all your crap on the front door of everyone you meet. Be judicious. The trouble these followers of Camping found was that they put their trust in someone who talked a good game but didn't do anything on a personal level to earn that trust.

The paradox is that real trust comes from intimacy, but it's very difficult to allow true intimacy with someone you don't trust. So, you find yourself with a conundrum, a Catch-22. The only way to break through that is to extend a little trust on credit. Give someone a chance with the understanding that it can be withdrawn at any time. Proceed with caution, but proceed nonetheless.

We cannot know when we will shuffle off (or be scooped up from) this mortal coil and living this life unable to trust makes it difficult at best, but quite often very painful. I'm not talking about having faith or belief in something. Those are different things and they require the ability to accept something you cannot see without any tangible proof. Trust is unique in that it does require the tiniest bit of blind faith, but you can choose to continue trusting or not based on very real evidence manifested in the behavior of others.

I have deep-seated trust issues. I am speaking to myself as much as anyone else out there who will listen. However, I have recently found in one friend in particular that it's not always dangerous to trust. He has proven that he is true to his word. He has proven that all the things I expect most men to do from previous experience aren't what every man does. It's been a good lesson, but definitely one I've had to struggle to accept. And, let's be really honest, one that probably resides with him alone and will not be granted to others.

All the same, I think the message from this failed apocalypse is that we need to accept that the world won't end just because we allow ourselves to trust. (At the risk of sounding like an after school special, sometimes people need to be extended a little trust to have the desire to be trustworthy.)

Oh yeah, we also just need to stop looking for an apocalypse, period. If you are living honestly and deliberately, whenever the world ceases to be, you'll be okay because you've actually lived. You will have no regrets about what wasn't said, what you failed to accomplish, who you failed to love. Live like you mean it and you'll be ready when the end comes.

Finding Home

So, I called this blog "Useless Relationship Advice" and not "Dating Advice" because I know all types of relationships face struggles; and, whether you are trying desperately to get one, battling through one, beating yours to a bloody, messy pulp, or trying to bury it, everyone seeks words of wisdom. And most of the people you ask will have some opinion on the matter. Also, I knew the well would run dry pretty quickly if I strictly stuck to dating.

I also started this blog with the intention of it being an interactive thing, which has not totally developed the way I'd hoped. That's okay. I've heard enough advice in my life (offered to me or those around me) to write this blog forever. So, here are the latest thoughts that have been running through my head:

I went to a party on Friday night where I spent time with some old (I guess long-time is a better term since we are reaching the age when we are a little more sensitive to the other word) friends, got better acquainted with some new ones, and met a few more people I hope will become friends. We began discussing a reunion of comrades from "back in the day" that is coming up soon. It was said that the last one was all about reminiscing the antics of our youth, which was nice as there are a lot of good memories from those days. But, the hope was that the next one would be about learning where people are now. Where have their lives led them since the group disbanded and scattered to the four corners?

So, here's what I want to know. You always hear it said "You can never go home again." What does that mean exactly? Does it mean your home won't accept you once you've left? And if that's true, what about the saying that "Home is where the heart is"? If it's always with you, how do you leave it and how can you never return to it? Maybe those are unanswerable questions. Maybe it's irrelevant. But I think, as it relates to reunions, it means that if you go looking for the past, you'll be disappointed because it's never where you thought you left it.

Things change, life moves on and for those who don't move on with it, they miss out on a lot. I think that can also be said for these interpersonal relationships. If you don't allow room for growth, you will miss all the amazing things that the people you love can become. When you relegate them to a memory from your glory days; when you fixate on who they were when you met them, it disallows for everything they learn and experience and discover. Who we were is rarely representative of who we become.

I'm speaking in general relationship terms here, but it is so often the downfall of romantic relationships. People grow and change. Sometimes they go in opposite directions because that's just their life course. But, sometimes they grow apart because one is flourishing and open to new roads and the other is sedentary, clinging to what they know, where they are comfortable. It's unfortunate when we lose a connection with someone simply because we aren't willing to keep track of where they are. (That was literal and metaphorical.)

So, whether you run away from home, never leave it, or make your home where you are, I think this quote from Christian Morgenstern applies: "Home is not where you live, but where they understand you."

I think the relationships we carry with us through life are the ones where we feel at home. But, I also think feeling at home has less to do with the longevity or intensity of the relationship and more to do with whether or not those people "get" you. Do they understand where your heart is? Have they allowed you room to grow? Are they willing to find you where you are?

When you know you can take your shoes off, eat off their plate without asking, and scratch where it itches, that is home. When you can say, "Hey, it's me" on the phone and they know who "me" is, that's home. When you find those people who make you feel safe and sheltered, cling to them, keep them close, because that is where the heart truly resides.

My Most Successful Relationship

It's Mother's Day, and today I especially feel the burden of my privilege. Not because of what my child wants from me, but what I realize I can't give him. It's a day like today when I am keenly aware of my short-comings. It's a day like today when I feel especially inadequate to give him all he deserves. Today I feel the full measure of my responsibility and I am humbled he chose me to carry it, and him.

I wanted to give him a life free from strife. Instead, he got a heart that is so big he cares more than he can bear. I wanted to ensure he never suffered. Instead, he started his life struggling more than anyone should. I wanted to be perfect, to do it better than everyone who offered me advice. Instead, I have had to apologize at least once a day. I wanted him to know no pain. Instead, he's been wounded by those who should protect him.

Yet, in spite of all my failures, he continues to look to me for his security. He runs to me for comfort. He turns to me for advice. He leans on me when he needs strength. He wants me.

So, on this Mother's Day I am grateful that my best is good enough. I am thankful that all I am capable of giving is all he needs. I am joyful that together we are stronger than anything we have faced. Today, and everyday, I get to be a mom and that's everything.

Preparation

Well, friends, I've been a little absent because I started a new job a few days ago. Not just any job, mind you. It's turning into my dream job! I honestly can't imagine how this came together to be so very perfect for me. Well, actually, I can imagine. In fact, I know exactly why my stars are aligning.

I could say it's because I've suffered enough, or that I've accumulated enough good karma to pay off my bad karma and create a bit of a credit with the universe. Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah. The truth is I worked for it. I busted my ass to get here. I did everything I was supposed to do and waited for the scales to tip in my favor again. That's not to say that there wasn't some divine intervention. I definitely believe that was a contributing factor, but that only gets you so far. It is important to recognize that to realize your dreams, to have everything you want and then some, it requires work. Hard work. Lots of it. If you study and hone your craft, you will be ready and equipped when that unimaginable opportunity presents itself. When you are prepared, you get to show up and impress the pants off of those who need impressing.

The same is true with relationships. Your dream man/woman might be out there, but if you aren't ready to meet them when you cross paths, it won't matter that you might be made for each other. You have to do the work. You have to be healthy in mind, body, and spirit if you hope to be successful in being with another person. Everyone has baggage. Everyone has quirks, and some of that just has to be accepted as part of the package.

But you still need to deal with the issues that have become patterns for your failures. Look at what you want to change, determine if it's important to change it (nose jobs and liposuction do not fall in this category), and do the work to get where you feel you are the best version of yourself you can be.

You'll know when you are there, and then you can walk into a room with confidence, knowing you've brought your A-game. In business, the most successful people are those who can marry a little over-the-top self-confidence with just enough know-how to back it up. Those who are most successful in attracting quality people are those who know who they are and are just enamored enough with that to convince others there aren't any flaws.

Living a charmed life seems, from the outside, to be all about luck. Either you're blessed with good looks, privilege, or a magnetic personality. There are some who get by on those fortunes. But for those who really make something special happen for themselves, you'll find they took whatever gifts were bestowed on them and worked at it to go the distance.

We'd all like to think that there is some magic way to make things fall in our laps. The thing is you still have to lift more than a finger to wave a magic wand.

Disclaimer

I was talking with my best friend the other day about my blog. She had been reading some of the entries and commented that it is a little ironic that I would be blogging about relationships. She's right. It is ironic. You see, I've never actually had what you would call a "romantic relationship." I've dated . . . a little. I've . . . well, there's really no tactful way to say what I've done more frequently.

In high school, I was the gal pal. In college, I learned there were apparently a few guys who were interested but thought I was dating someone (a specific, scary someone) and didn't pursue me (out of fear for their safety). It wasn't long after I really started "getting out there" I ended up pregnant, which brought the whole thing to a screeching halt for me. My son's father and I weren't even dating. We did try to live together when I figured out I was pregnant. That lasted about four months.

I spent the next 3 years focused on making sure my child survived his heart condition, then focused on making sure we survived period. When he started school, so did I. I dove into finishing my education and starting my career. Life has this tendency to take over and set your priorities for you.

So, here I am 15 years later and I have re-entered this rat race with a seriously long hiatus to make me even MORE out of practice. Maybe some would argue that means I have no business talking to you about relationships. Perhaps. But, I do know this: I may not have left a sea of boyfriends in my wake. I may not have a 20 year partnership under my belt. BUT, I have had relationships with people, and there's really not much that's different in the long run.

Another friend of mine shared with me the other day that a friend of his made a comment about how we have this tendency to dismiss relationships we've ended as bad ones, as failed attempts. He asked why is it that we can't view them as good for the time they were good. It's a valid thought. We can all take away something from every experience, every relationship. Don't be so quick to write it off as a waste of time. Learn something from it that you can apply to the next one.

I believe that is also true for every type of relationship we have. Maybe I haven't been a girlfriend, wife, lover. But, I have been a daughter, a sister, a mother, a colleague, a friend, and in most cases, fairly successful at all of them. All of that is the foundation for what we bring to the table in romantic relationships. We learn about communication, trust, compromise, and love through these relationships. We just take it to an even more intimate level when we date or marry or co-habitate.

I've also learned how to be a good observer and listener. I've gleaned a lot from the successes and failures of my friends and loved ones. So, here's the important thing: I'm not purporting to be an expert on relationships. Far from it! I'm just a girl making observations, sharing thoughts and musings, hoping that some of what I've taken in, assimilated, and processed over my 40 years will end up being useful, or at least food for thought.

Thanks for your continued interest in my little experiment here. I hope you find this journey with me worth your time. Maybe we'll stumble across some answers together.

Hedging Your Bets

Recently I've seen the following saying floating around a few places: Never make someone a priority when, for them, you are only an option.

On the surface this seems like pretty sound advice. It certainly caught my eye the first time I saw it, and made me go Ooh, that's good.

Here's the thing. It does advise us to be careful about over-estimating a relationship (or a perceived relationship) in which you are not equally committed, where one might be more emotionally invested than the other. That's smart. It's heart-break insurance. It's self-preservation -- a little personal protection. What could possibly be wrong with that?

Well, for one thing, it sets us up for failure. When we aren't open to possibilities, we don't achieve them. When we don't take risks, we see no rewards. You know, nothing ventured, nothing gained and all.You may say "Well, that's just reckless. Who wants to get their heart broken?" I can assure you I don't, nor do I wish for anyone else to feel that pain. I know it hurts like hell to be in deeper than the person you want to be in deep with.

***And, be sure, I'm not recommending you pursue a crush to the bitter end. If you are admiring them from afar and they haven't given you their phone number willingly, this does not apply to you. You are barking up the wrong tree. This is for those who actually have non-court-chaperoned or non-cyberstalkish interaction with someone.***

But, that said, I think we all have a tendency to hedge our bets, to hold off being the first to put the cards on the table and be honest about how we feel. So, why meander in the wilderness of uncertainty? Why wait for the other person to make the move? If you feel something for someone, tell them. Life is too short to play around with these games. There is a good chance they won't reciprocate. But, there's also a chance that the reason you have only been an "option" for them is because they are trying to keep their options open so they don't get sucker-punched. Sometimes they are holding back on making you a priority to make sure they will be one to you as well.

And here's a thought: What is wrong with occasionally putting someone else before yourself? Isn't it okay to sometimes give without getting? Granted, that is not what you want for the status quo of your relationship, but it's certainly worth exploring.

So, the worst that can happen is they say, "No, I don't feel that way about you." Okay. What happens then? You choose to live with what they can give, or you move on to something that hopefully will be what you want. Plus, you now have the knowledge that you can rip off the band-aid and survive. BUT, there's also the possibility that you'll hear what you want to hear. They will say, "What took you so long?" Of course, if it works, you now have to actually do a relationship. Are you ready for that?!

I Promise to Love (check), Honor (check), and Obey (ch . . . wait! What the . . .?)

I saw a headline the other day that Kate Middleton is refusing to say "obey" in her vows. I was rather put out by the notion that this is news. It seems to me it should be news if a woman does agree to "obey" her husband these days. It is a ridiculous and archaic custom and makes me think the standard wedding vows should really be overhauled for the modern age.

I know a lot of couples already replace obey with something like cherish, respect, or some other choice word. And, that's fine. But, there's a whole lot in the traditional vows that does not reflect modern relationships. To have and to hold, til death do us part, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. Honestly, I don't think any of this really captures the promises I want out of my partner. Sure, one could argue they cover the big stuff and if not in letter, certainly in spirit, address the important things. The trouble with that is, if you can loosely define how those rules apply, you can just as loosely interpret them so they don't apply.

I've had a friend staying with me for a few months and, while I am very grateful for everything they do to help around the house, it's honestly making me crazy! Not unlike when I was bed-ridden after my appendectomy and my mom had to help around the house. As well intentioned as people might be, they don't know where things go and they don't know how you do things.

Now, I know this is going to make me sound like an inflexible shrew who probably shouldn't get married (and I'm not prepared to vigorously argue that point with you); however, I feel I should be allowed to defend myself. I have EXTREMELY limited storage space in a VERY small kitchen. That means, in order to function well and produce what I must, it is necessary to be creative. Things have a specific place where they reside. It's important. You can't just put them anywhere. That creates avalanches when you try to get to something or clutter on the precious, prime real estate of my countertops.

I'm also limited in storage throughout my house, so I fold laundry in a certain way for space-saving reasons, not because I'm plagued with OCD. I also have a routine that helps me keep track of all I have to do as a single mother managing a whole host of responsibilities a lot of people already get to share with a partner. Yes, I recognize some of these issues would change as households are merged, but not necessarily for the better.

So, all of this is leading up to an updated set of vows for the "already established" or "late-in-life" bride or groom. These are the promises you can make and expect from your partner, should you venture into that sketchy territory.

I, insert name, take you, insert name, to be the latest addition to my world. I promise to make room for you on a schedule that we can both live with, to modify my habits to prevent conflict, so long as it doesn't compromise my ability to function in my (our) hectic life (together). If you promise not to try to put things away without direct supervision, I promise to teach you how to be the most efficient version of yourself possible. I commit to remaining the obnoxiously independent person you fell in love with and will not ask you to change the same about yourself. In fact, I promise to work toward the ability to buy a house with a wing for each of us, or multiple homes so we can maintain personal space. With all my love, from this day forward I give you access to my world on a level no one else is privileged to know.

Yes, I realize this is rather cynical, hardly romantic, and somewhat dismissive. It is not my intention to diminish any vows anyone has already taken. I'm just saying, for me (and perhaps others out there), the ideals of marriage promised in those long-spoken words don't really work. It's unbelievably tough to imagine sharing your world with someone after being relatively autonomous in it for the majority of your adult life.

Practicality tends to win out over romance once you get past the honeymoon anyway. Why not start at the ceremony calling a spade a spade. Recognize that you are set in your ways, and don't apologize for that. To be successful in relationships late in life, you have to be willing to recognize your limitations and those of your partner and be willing to work around them, because you're DEFINITELY NOT going to change them. For those who start early enough to grow and form living habits together, this isn't an issue; but, for those who haven't had to consider the needs of others in their personal space, it's an adjustment. Just keep that in mind.

Super-Size Me!

I am a big advocate for changing our food system. I support in every way I can the movement toward getting our food from local and sustainable sources. It is an issue that has been gaining a lot of attention thanks to Jamie Oliver, and I hope it will see nationwide success. (And, I hope, through the efforts of my friend Jeremy Barlow, who happens to run his restaurant that way and is writing a book on the subject now.) The thing is, there is an obesity epidemic in this country and there are other contributing factors. For one, we are really lazy and don't get an appropriate amount of activity.

But, an even more significant component (which isn't being addressed) is our issues with portion control, and there are two main factors here: 1) Gluttony - we have the misconception that to get our money's worth, we must be provided a platter of food that has three times more than a human should consume in a day, much less one meal. 2) Chewing - I have been observing a lot of people for some time and have come to realize no one actually chews their food anymore. We pop open the flip-top and dump it down our throats.

There are a number of things that would happen if we could just change this one practice. First, we would actually taste our food. Imagine that! When that happens, we are satiated much sooner and have less tendency to over-eat. It also allows us to actually break down the food we consume and get the vital nutrients from it. Swallowing our food whole prevents us from enjoying it or benefiting from it.

So, now you're probably wondering what all of this has to do with relationship advice. Well . . . nothing. This has become the proverbial fly in my ointment and I wanted to blog about it. I suppose if you need something to justify this rant being here . . . Your health matters! Your vitality, vim, and vigor have an impact on the enjoyment of your lives. It is important to do everything you can to ensure this is a well-oiled machine. Those who care about you want to see that you are around for a long time.

The only things that should be "Biggie" sized are your heart (not the actual organ, mind you), your personality, and your awareness of what you mean to others and what they mean to you. We could all stand to scale back our consumption of everything but love and laughter. (Yes, I went a little hippie on you there.)

I know I hijacked this post to preach a little. Well, to preach a little off-topic. But, it seemed important. So, just slow down and savor your food. Heck! Savor every part of life. You'll thank me for it later.

Shadow Boxing

During the early 90s I frequented a dance club downtown. It was one of the few cool places to go at the time. This morning I woke up remembering a particular guy who was also a regular there. I don't recall his name, but I could see him very vividly in my mind's eye. I was quite intrigued by him, and he was oh so mysterious. Tall, good-looking, great style, and was a great dancer. He did a style of dance -- shadow boxing -- that I'd only seen at the raves in London up to that point. No one else in Nashville was doing it. I was mesmerized.

One night I gathered the courage to talk to him, totally prepared to swoon. I told him I liked the way he danced. I'm not sure what I was expecting . . . but, when he opened his mouth, he COMPLETELY destroyed the illusion. I was devastated. And, much to my dismay, he was happy to talk to me! Between the thick southern drawl and his inability to actually make interesting conversation, I watched my cute little fantasy evaporate before my eyes.

It was just like a scene out of a movie. You know, the one where the Adonis emerges from the pool all shiny and muscular and luscious, he smiles as he saunters by and you are in heaven. Then he utters some kind of unholy squawking and it becomes clear the steroids shriveled some really important stuff. Or, the man at the end of the bar, who is so divinely coiffed, perfectly put together, seems like a successful professional. When he buys you a drink, you're elated, but a few minutes into chatting you up he reveals he's a bigoted pig who is living in his mother's basement. And, for all my male readers out there, it's the super model gliding through the crowd at a party. She chooses to land next to you and suddenly you feel you can conquer the world . . . until you discover that her vapid nonsense is sucking the air out of the room.

The thing is, there are certainly things that are universally appealing. We will daydream about them. We are sucked in by these fanciful images. We concoct a god-like entity as we elevate them higher and higher on a pedestal in our imaginations. We think beauty will permeate every cell of their being, and it usually doesn't. Our delusions tend to come with pesky, unexpected caveats, which are disappointing at best, earth-shattering at worst.

It's our ignis fatuus. The words themselves have an elusive, fantastic quality about them, don't they? It means: a deceptive goal or hope. Also described as "a light that sometimes appears in the night over marshy ground." Evokes a lovely, etherealness, doesn't it? BUT, here's the other part of that definition -- the one that shatters the illusion -- it's usually caused by gas emitted from decaying organic material. The ground farts and it makes pretty fumes. How's that for destroying the dream?

So, here's the message: The next time you catch yourself being overcome by the elusive chimera you long for from afar, remember it's a facade. And, the next time you find you've been comparing (and belittling) yourself, wondering why you can't achieve that impossible standard, make a closer inspection. There are cracks in that veneer.

We all idolize, fantasize, and idealize. It's natural. Just don't let it take away from your reality.

Charlie's Angels

I think it was Margaret Cho who said in her stand-up routine that whenever three girlfriends are together, the Charlie's Angel principle applies. That means you will always find the smart one, the sweet one, and the whore. I may be sketchy on the origin of this concept, but I'll never forget the response of my friend when we heard this. She eagerly started around the room, "So she's the smart one, you (meaning me) are the sweet one, and . . . oh, wait! That makes me the whore!"

Though she was more than a little deflated at that realization, I don't think it's that big a deal. The truth is every woman has a little of each in her. One might be more pronounced in a given scenario or at a particular stage in life. In fact, I'd say the one that is dominant will probably determine the state of your romantic life at the time. And, it's only when you reach the point that you can fully embrace the trinity that you are truly yourself.

Allow me to make some sweeping generalizations and gross stereotypes for a moment to make a point.

The "Smart One," well, we know she is going to intimidate the hell out of every man. It will be hard for her to find someone compatible who will measure up to her expectations, keep up with her, and not feel emasculated.

The "Sweet One" will either fall victim to a series of bad relationships because she won't stand up for herself, or she won't date at all because she isn't capable of asserting herself to grab someone's attention.

The "Whore." Do we really have to go any further? Obviously, we can recite the "milk-cow-free" warning, but, honestly, what woman wants to be compared to a cow, even the ones with little self-respect, and when has it ever really worked?

So, my point is, when you allow yourself to be one-dimensional, you run the risk of being categorized, reduced to a cliche, and have assumptions applied to you. None of us, even if we lean to one type or another, is so simply defined. We all have layers -- upbringing, personal experiences, environmental factors -- that make us more than what we appear on the surface, something beyond the label of "smart," "sweet," or "slut."

The truth is, I think we all imagine being able to be a little more of one or the other that we don't think we embody. These terms actually characterize us unfairly. Being smart is not a bad thing, but what if you were called savvy instead? Having people say you are sweet isn't an insult, but what if they chose the word endearing? A whore gets a bit of a bad rap, but what if the alternative was coquettish?

On the playground, we chose for ourselves, or were assigned a role when playing "Charlie's Angels." You might have been Kelly when you really wanted to be Jill. Or maybe Sabrina was your idol, but someone else got her, so you were stuck with Kris. As adults, it is important to realize, you should be the one to decide who you are, which Angel you identify with most, and when you can transition between them.

Remember: they were a team and no mission was successful without all their talents put to work in unison.

Fact, Fiction, or Faction?

So, my friend and I have both been in the unpleasant state of job-hunting lately. Talking with him yesterday, I explained that one of my biggest struggles with the whole job search is that I am not one to "inflate" or "pad" my resume. I will not talk up my attributes beyond what I feel is accurate. Yes, I understand that probably does not do me any favors, but I am less afraid of poverty than I am of talking my way into a job beyond my abilities.

I pitch my reality and if that's not enough, so be it. I had the happy occasion today to have an interview for which I was able to truthfully report personal success in every area that would be required of the position. I could honestly say, "I've done this and I've done it well. I am what you need, and what you want."

What does all of this have to do with relationship advice, you ask? Well, how often do we fall victim to the same pressure in dating? I find it really intriguing that I don't have that same confidence to say to someone who interests me: "I am what you need, and what you want." How often do any of us feel sure enough of who we are and what we have to offer to lay it down with such gusto? Or do we have a tendency to over-compensate and swing too far in the other direction? Do we over-promise and under-deliver?

In this age of online dating, the digital format of "getting to know one another" creates a perfect environment for that. In fact, I'd venture to say that it is a rarity to find a profile that is completely accurate. Don't get me wrong, just as with a job interview, you want to put your best foot forward, make a good impression.

You wouldn't show up to pitch yourself for a coveted spot with a prized company wearing your breakfast-stained pajamas and tell them you probably won't show up 27% of the time. In the same vein, who is going to choose for their profile pic the accidental snapshot taken by the phone when it dropped? Or fill out that ridiculous questionnaire on a day when you are sick, fresh out of a break-up, or PMS-ing?

Everyone wants to make a good impression, and that's important. The key is that you present the best version of your true self, not a distorted fabrication of who you think they want you to be. Perhaps, a little faction is in order -- that perfect blend of truth with a flourish.

So, ask yourself: How honest do you expect someone to be? What omitted bits of information (however dull) are a deal breaker? Is it better to be a story-teller or an accountant? Do you want the raw numbers or is it okay to gild the occasional lily?

Fixer-Upers

Well, my blog about Barbie prompted some interesting discussion about what men and women really want. It got me thinking about the expectations we set out before us as we start dating. We have standards -- physical and personality features that are a must, social status or ideals we can't live without. We start out with a mental checklist, or if we are online dating, a profile that takes three hours to fill out.

As time goes by we start to whittle away at those requirements and maybe tall, dark, and handsome becomes average height, darkish, and good-looking. At some point, if we haven't found "him" it might be reduced to at least taller than me, what was the dark about anyway?, and it's not about the external beauty.

Yes, we start to settle. And, that's not necessarily a bad thing as long as we are not compromising on the things that really make a relationship work, the things that make for true compatibility. When we agree to a relationship with someone who doesn't measure up, the truth is it is usually with the ill-conceived notion that we can change them. It makes me want to scream what I do in horror movies: "DON'T GO IN THAT ROOM!!"

It's like going into a merger that is supposedly mutually beneficial only to find out half the existing staff is eliminated as soon as the contracts are signed and S.O.P. is completely overridden. You can't do inter-personal relationships like a hostile take-over. It is important to recognize that people are flawed and you can either live with it or you can't. If the other person is also cognizant of their short-comings and wants to make those changes, you are encouraged to be there and support them in their efforts. But, marriage/life-time commitment is not about buying a fixer-uper.

The thing is, people don't change unless it is truly in their hearts to do so. If you choose someone who isn't right for you, hoping you can make them so, you will have a life of disappointment. You will find yourself retiring with someone you don't like and the only thing you have in common is a shared history of misery.

Being alone or dating through your 40s is not fun, but how can settling be any better? I'm very particular and I refuse to settle. But, I also don't think I'm unrealistic. Here's my list. He must:

• be intelligent enough to keep up with me in conversation,
• have my same strange sense of humor that is a combination of adolescent absurdity and intellectual banter,
• have integrity and a sense of social justice,
• be strong enough that he isn't pushed around by me (or anyone else) but wise enough to know how to pick his battles,
• be kind and gentle but with an edge,
• have, or at least be okay with, tattoos,
• be taller than I am (my only shallow requirement).

There may not be anyone who can measure up and I may end up single for the rest of my life, but I know this: I'm too busy raising one boy to be a man to try and overhaul one who should already be there.

So, what are your expectations? What shapes them? What informs them? What causes you to modify them? And probably most important of all, what are your expectations for yourself? Are you living up to them? Should you reevaluate, and perhaps, elevate them? Is the person most in need of change you?

Barbie: Get Real, Honey!

This morning I posted a link on Facebook:

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42595605/ns/today-today_people/

It precipitated quite a few outraged responses about the notion that this life-sized Barbie represented what was attractive to men. Interestingly enough, none of the responses were from women. To my male friends I would say the following:

You are all quite noble in your defense of the "average-sized" woman. But, the image in the media persists for a reason. Women still flock in droves to have their bodies mutilated to reflect certain standards established by Hollywood because they are inescapable. The truth is, this might be an exaggeration, but not by a lot. We are led to believe we must have a tiny waist, huge breasts, legs that go on for days, and an ass you can bounce a quarter off of. I don't believe it's a few women perpetuating those unattainable dimensions to make the rest of us miserable.

Until we send a very clear message to the PTB that women of all shapes and sizes ARE beautiful, that our movie and tv stars don't have to be a size zero with a special bra made to fit their F-cup chest, and until we stop making the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue the best-selling periodical of each year, this demand will continue.

Men, and women, it's time to put your money where your mouth is. Stop buying fashion magazines that insist on creating fashions that only work on a 5'9" and 115lb. body. Stop renting porn that features women with a 20" waist and a 40" bust. Stop watching television shows when you notice the starlettes shrinking before your very eyes. Stop supporting this industry that makes us feel inferior for being in the majority.

I am, for the first time in my adult life, what would be called average, based on the clothing size I wear. I battle myself to reconcile that with the number on the scale and how I actually feel in my skin. Yet, I look at the images shoved in front of me and catch myself thinking "Oh, I have so far to go!" That is wrong. My primary concern should (and really is most of the time) be: Am I healthy? In fact, that should be the only question any of us ever ask ourselves.

Next, start telling your wives, girlfriends, sisters, mothers they really are beautiful the way they are. Start supporting their efforts to get healthy, not skinny. Start letting your daughters know it's okay to eat like a normal, healthy kid. Start sending the message that a size 12-14 is sexy.

So, friends, while I appreciate your assurances that this stacked & packed Barbie holds no appeal for you, please keep that in mind the next time you think Tom Brady is so lucky. Gisele is probably a raging bitch because she can't eat a freakin' slice of pizza for fear of becoming unemployable.

This one's for you! (You know who you are!)

I posted on my status this morning that I'd recently learned Facebook has a feature that, in essence, allows you to cyber-stalk your friends. Aside from the uber-creepyness of that whole concept, I find it more than a little disturbing that we are so lazy now that even psycho-obsessive behavior doesn't require getting out from behind the laptop. But, I digress . . . .

The point of this blog (because I promised someone I would do one today) is about obsessing. I think the title of this blog will be a big clue to you about what tendency you have toward obsessing. If you spend more than a nano-second wondering if you are the person to whom I am referring, you might be an obsessor. See what I did there? Have fun with that today!!!

Seriously, in terms of relationships, I think this tendency is one of the worst for driving a wedge between you and those you love. And, we are all prone to doing it. We become absorbed with the tiniest of most insignificant things that were said or not said, done or not done. Girls, it is a time-tested tradition that men believe we are elephant-like in our memory of every little detail. The stereotype persists that we cling to every miniscule misstep or omission like a hoarder, stockpiling them for a future date when we just might need to use that minor infraction against them.

Now, obviously there are some issues that escape the attention of men which should not be overlooked. They are, afterall (so stereotypically) non-observant oafs who wouldn't notice the elephant in the room if she sat on his lap. However, more times than not, if you have to tell him what he "did wrong," it probably isn't worth mentioning. Sometimes it comes down to a matter of perspective and who is being hyper-sensitive. (No, that's not just directed at the female readers. Boys can be overly sensitive too.)

It all boils down to picking your battles. As a parent we quickly learn the importance of this lesson or risk losing our sanity. Sometimes saying "no" because that is your routine answer isn't the best approach. Sometimes making a federal case out of something perpetuates discord that is totally unnecessary. With your children and your significant others . . . trying not to be gender biased here . . . it is often more effective to let some things slide as long as no one was physically harmed, no laws or moral codes were broken, and it's really no skin off your nose to let it go. Especially when harping on it isn't going to get the desired result anyway.

Why not start practicing now. This will be your mantra . . . Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! . . . It's amazing what releasing some of that baggage will do for your relationship. If you make a habit of ignoring one meaningless bit of minutae every day, you'll find you feel less like an elephant -- lighter and less encumbered by burdens you don't need to carry with you.

So, here's to letting it go on occasion. Here's to allowing your obsessions to fade into obsolescence just like the sickeningly-sweet cologne by Calvin Klein.

I've Got a Hunger (Not a Fever)

Perhaps the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach, but his hunger.

Sounds like some age-old wisdom, doesn't it? I'm not embarrassed to say that's mine. I came up with that when I was about 20 years old. There is very little I thought or said at that age that is actually worth retaining, but this one is a keeper. It has continued to prove to be true.

Let's break it down. The original saying goes: The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Of course that was a ringing endorsement for the type of woman our mothers and grandmothers were encouraged to be. It was vital to succeed in your Home Ec. classes so you could be recommended as a great cook. Even in this day and age I have had more than one person say about me, "I can't believe you are still single when you are such a good cook!"

REALLY??!! That's a preposterous notion. My feminist side is grossly offended by the suggestion that my culinary skills should have helped me land a man because that's what makes a good wife. Although, my inner chef is flattered by the idea that I'm that good. Of course, it's ironic. We all know men still secretly want women to be "a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom." Yet, somehow the ability to navigate your way around a four-burner stove does not seem to hold the same currency it once did.

So, my thinking is it's not just their stomachs, it's their hunger to which you must appeal. But, here's the tricky part: There is no way of defining, identifying, or explaining what distinguishes a man's hunger from his cravings. But, they are often quite different. This is the choice between what they want and what they need. And, frequently what will be most fulfilling loses to what will be instantly pleasing. Though you may have the bigger portion of his heart, there may still be another woman, man, object to get his affection or his passion.

But, it isn't enough just to tell him what you think he wants to hear. You really have to give him what he is lacking. If they are looking to be mothered, you have to put on the apron. If they are in need of discipline, you must don the stilettos and whip. If they want to find their best friend, you'll be sporting a team jersey. Identifying that need and fulfilling it is essential. .

But, is there a way to make the sustenance have the appeal of the dessert? Can you elevate brussels sprouts to the level of chocolate cake? (Incidentally, I have converted many people to brussels sprout fans. Literally. I'm not hinting at some metaphorical prowess in this instance.)

Well, all I can really say is that is the challenge before you and that, my friends, is what separates the chefs from the cooks, the women from the girls.

With that, I'll leave you with this song by Nicolai Dunger:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj5OIhVKNWc

But It Won't Keep You Warm At Night . . .

I saw an article today reporting that scientists are studying the effects of Facebook usage on our release of the hormone Oxytocin -- the "cuddle hormone." It seems we are experiencing a spike in the hormone when we log on and engage in the various activities and services social networking provides. This hormone is linked to all the "feel good" sensations we experience, from increased kindness to orgasm.

The article explained that "the hormone is heightened in a variety of behaviors that involve people connecting with one another." Hmmm. Well, we are connected, even though it's through a 1/2 inch cable with a bunch of wires which work in mysterious ways we can't begin to comprehend.

I wrote a blog recently about the limitations of connecting through social media and how it is stunting our ability to really relate on an inter-personal level. I experienced that first-hand recently. I encountered someone I know, but interact with mostly online, and found them to be incapable of talking about anything but the latest posts. I am all for using something like that as a conversation starter, but when you can't talk about anything but what had transpired on Facebook, there are some serious restrictions on your social interaction skills.

We all need a little assistance now and then to get a conversation going, but we shouldn't need help navigating the whole process. I think this is due to the comfort we find in instantaneous ease of IMs and wall postings. Conversation is fragmented -- hell, it's not even technically conversing since the definition is "an oral exchange of sentiments, observations, opinions, or ideas." It's not that these exchanges can't happen electronically. But, when we receive the same stimulation from an online chat as we once did from a hug, there is something wrong.

The truth is, I don't think this is accurate. I don't believe we do receive the same satisfaction or gratification from these dehumanized forms of communication. It's just that we aren't getting enough of the real thing, so it stands to reason that any stimulus is going to register. When you deprive yourself of sugar, artificial sweeteners taste good and real sugar puts you over the moon.

Yes, I know this analogy has it's problems, such as tooth decay and diabetic coma, but you get my point. We can learn to live with the substitutes and even convince ourselves they are just as good, but the reality is they will never be as satisfying as the real thing. In fact, studies also show that because we convince ourselves we are doing well by using the fake stuff we can have a little more. We end up consuming more fat or salt to replace the missing sugar or more sugar to replace the missing fat, nevermind the exposure to all the unnatural chemicals. Having just a little of the real thing would satiate that need so much more than a vat of the (fill in the blank)-free stuff.

I guess what I'm saying is we can get the warm-fuzzies from seeing the inbox fill-up or having someone "Like" a post, but how does that really take the place of a pat on the back, holding hands, or an embrace? In case you have been lulled into that complacency, the answer is: It doesn't. My laptop is basically attached to my hip, but I wouldn't snuggle up with it at night. Neither should you. Go hug someone today.

(Disclaimer: Use common sense, and should you choose to hug a stranger, the writer of this blog is not responsible for any undesirable outcome. Further, if you have a restraining order against you in place, please do not violate said order by attempting to hug others.)