Yeah, I kinda called it – The Young Man and I were unable to meet up before his departure. Early last week, I shot him a casual little e-mail hoping that things were going well. Eventually, he responded, and it was nice to hear that he is having a good time, both socially and academically. I also got out of the house, KSP and I went out for a beer and some chitchat, and were later joined by her beau 2A. We talked bad movies and ran into a large portion of our social circle. We all shot the shit, and it was fun. Out past midnight, which is quite the rarity for me.
KSP, God bless her, can be a known meddler. And I say this knowing full well that she is a semi-regular visitor to the blog. KSP, you are a known meddler. Yes, I may have asked for some meddling input, and I do encourage the meddling when I am a spectator to it. She made a suggestion, and I gotta say, my first impulse was to say, “er…no.” But, I’m nothing if not introspective, so I revisited my first response, just to make sure I wasn’t being too hasty. After careful consideration, my considered opinion is…”er..no.” But I would recommend the gentleman in question to someone else, should they ask for my opinion. But this was my reasoning.
Why I Won’t Date Within My Social Circle
(by The Senior Senior)
- Our social circle is borderline incestuous already. While it makes gossip an enjoyable constant, I prefer to be a spectator to the gossip.
- When it all goes kablooey (and the odds are always in favor of kablooey), the awkwardness is palpable. Divisions are almost necessary, and friend custody is trickier.
- In adulthood, one’s social circle tends to contract, rather than expand. Dating outside the herd is excellent for staving off that process.
And that pretty much sums it up. Now certainly, many of my friends have seen or are seeing someone in the circle, and more power to them. I would never talk anyone out of seeing someone for my reasons. They’re mine, and are applicable only to me.
I realize that for someone who is, theoretically, interested in pursuing some sort of romantic relationship, I may come across as perhaps a tad picky. But I don’t care. I have gone back on my self-imposed rules in the past, if I have been interested enough in a particular man. But my flouting of the rule in question has always, and I mean always, bitten me on the ass. So I say no more. If I have to be in my mid (to late) thirties, I might as well benefit from the foolish, drunken, short-sighted or just generally ridiculous errors in judgment I have made in the past. I’m not saying I’ll never make any foolish, drunken, short-sighted or just generally ridiculous errors in judgment; I just hope I won’t make the exact same ones – stick to new mistakes, that’s my goal.