DATING CHRONICLES: Foreign Language

It was the warmth of her eyes that draw me in. In the Big City I remember that the game is cold. Face to face interactions are decided in less then 128 characters. Our exchange of pleasantries felt mechanical and heartless. Projections of past bruises, betrayal, and pain is the invisible wall between us.

I knew I was out of practice in the voice of the city. Living in a foreign country for over two years I’ve learned another way to communicate. I adapted to the ability to detach from relying on verbal communication to heighten awareness of body language.

The experience provided a gateway to a new found appreciation for silent films. Once your senses are heightened. You understand the game and are able to create a meaningful exchange and understanding without a word. Some of it is also cultural.

There is something meaningful about being comfortable in silence around a person. To experience the type of “Sleepless in Seattle”, connection from a touch or something simple that could ultimately change the trajectory of our lives.

Somewhere we lost the want to invest in a relationships emotionally and spiritually. Unconditional love was a fairytale to the more practical “Conditional” love we are sharing. “What do you bring to the table?” could be replaced with “Let’s build the table together.”

We have been hurt too many times and are more comfortable being in “complicated” situations with walls all around us. Our only hope is that we avoid hurt in the distraction of these situations which quenches the thirst of an immediate desire. The desire to be validated but not valued.

I’ve heard several women and men say they are exhausted from dating in the Big City.

I’m excited because I know she is out there waiting and wanting me as much as I want her . We will share “Infinite Possibilities ”.

“When the sky is full of clouds  you have to trust that the sun  is still there” - Unknown

Hopeless romantic relearning the language of the DMV. 

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