Growing up, I was always told that boys are emotionally younger than girls. I guess that’s the reason I always tried to date older, so that we would be on the same maturity level. That theory was proven wrong after my second date in the city.
I’m sure that as teenagers, we grew up with loved ones stroking our ego with statements like, “Anyone would be lucky to have you,“ or “They will be lining up to take you on a date.” Somewhere along the line, we get this idea in our heads that it’s all about us finding them. We are the grand prize and we just have to choose the lucky winner.
I’m sure we’ve all been there. Maybe it’s at a family reunion, running into an old co-worker at Trader Joes, or a high school classmate at a wedding. It’s the first thing everyone wants to know. It’s the one question that’s answer weighs so heavily on the way the rest of the conversation will go. You know the one I’m talking about. “Are you seeing anyone?”