You know how when you’re younger you’ll pretty much date anything with a sense of humor and the desired genitalia? Well, as we get older, it seems like we all have infinitely higher expectations from our partners.
Now that you’re not 18 anymore, the next person you kiss could potentially be the last person you kiss.
I guess I can’t decide whether these high expectations are too limiting (like, if you want to wife me up you better be able to give a kick ass foot massage or you’re OUT) or if they are entirely fair and completely necessary.
Am I settling if I stay with someone who never says I love you? What about a guy who is perfect on paper but wears some crusty hemp ankle bracelet from his family’s trip to Hawaii five years ago? If they’re a slob or hopeless in the kitchen, would that warrant dismissal from your life?
Every day my birth control pills remind me that I’m swallowing away my most fertile years. I’m waiting waiting waiting for the best genetic match to give me the healthiest, most enduring offspring. It’s a little weird to think about it from such a clinical perspective but the longer you wait around for that perfect guy, the lower your odds are of reproducing at all.
Of course, we all need to have standards – you shouldn’t settle for someone just because they happen to be there, in your life, right place right time – but when you find something good, should you lock it down?
Or, should you wait around for something better that might, or might not, come along?