50% Divorce Rate in America
It is now Sunday evening, and that means back in Bakersfield to rest before another work week. Though this may be a typical Sunday evening for me, the preceding days have been much more interesting; well at least to me. To begin, I spoke with a friend earlier in the week about relationships and how current events display the downfall of marriage. Ironically, I was speaking to someone I was "married" to. With the high divorce rate and a highly publicized divorced of Jon & Kate surely must discourage young adults such as myself from the idea of marriage; Jon & Kate being a knock out blow. Imagine being deprived of water and dying of thirst. At last you find a bottle of water after hours of searching, only to discover the bottle to be empty. Granted this be a grandiose comparison, but it does hold some good comparisons. Divorce today is much more common than it was only a mere 20 years ago and to see a happy couple end up in divorce; it is truly disheartening to the hopeless romantics out there. My friend and I agreed that even the perfect couple has to work and strive to make a marriage work. Nothing is given. It scares me to think that people are no longer willing to try to make their marriages work. Meaning I could find the perfect woman for me, but we still may end up divorce because either of us could be too lazy to attempt to work on keeping the relationship strong. One thing I've learned is that you cannot dictate what another person does. All you can do is do what you can to make things work. So I guess that means, if I do find her, I have to work diligently to make the relationship last and pray that she loves me enough to do the same.
Moving along, this past Friday I made my first step in the proclamation that I was again single. Though there was no actual announcement, I finally began to start to act single and I discovered a few interesting things. First, I am not the type of person who can attract attention only after the first impression. Secondly, I am not a clubbing person. It is very difficult for me to genuinely express myself to a person when first meeting him/her. I really am a shy person at first, though I know wholeheartedly that the best way to make a good impression on a person is to be outgoing from the start. I simply cannot do this, at least not as of yet. As of now, I need to get to know a person first before I can act like myself. Which brings me to my second discovery.
The clubbing culture is very exciting and fast-paced, which is why my personality does not fit. Everything is all about first impressions; knowing exactly what to say and how to say it. Therefore I discovered I will not find anyone through this process. It is simply not for me. I am happy to say that I am not disappointed. One day when my children ask me where I met their mother, I would never want to say that I picked her up at a club. Far from the storybook meet-cute we are accustomed to seeing in movies. Lastly, another thing I discovered, which i forgot to mention earlier, is that girls usually do not like guys approaching them on the dance floor and start grinding on them. They much rather dance with someone they are comfortable with. Case in point, while waiting to get in my friend and I met a few girls. We introduced ourselves and chatted for a bit. Nothing special. Inside the club we ended up dancing next to them, not with them, but just beside them. Like clockwork some guys approach the girls. I mind my business and step aside and let the guys do their thing. Who am I to cock block? Maybe the girls would be interested. I must admit they were tall and not bad-looking. No homo. In my peripherals, I see the girls pointing at me. Telling the guys they were with me. So I ended up being their "boyfriend" for the time being. So for those guys wondering why they haven't had any luck in the club situation. The idea here is to do your work outside while you're waiting in line. Introduce yourselves before you get in so it won't be so creepy when you ask for a dance later. And for curious minds alike, nothing happened with those girls. They actually did have boyfriends who were away for the moment. Though it was fun dancing with them for a night.
~Kris
Moving along, this past Friday I made my first step in the proclamation that I was again single. Though there was no actual announcement, I finally began to start to act single and I discovered a few interesting things. First, I am not the type of person who can attract attention only after the first impression. Secondly, I am not a clubbing person. It is very difficult for me to genuinely express myself to a person when first meeting him/her. I really am a shy person at first, though I know wholeheartedly that the best way to make a good impression on a person is to be outgoing from the start. I simply cannot do this, at least not as of yet. As of now, I need to get to know a person first before I can act like myself. Which brings me to my second discovery.
The clubbing culture is very exciting and fast-paced, which is why my personality does not fit. Everything is all about first impressions; knowing exactly what to say and how to say it. Therefore I discovered I will not find anyone through this process. It is simply not for me. I am happy to say that I am not disappointed. One day when my children ask me where I met their mother, I would never want to say that I picked her up at a club. Far from the storybook meet-cute we are accustomed to seeing in movies. Lastly, another thing I discovered, which i forgot to mention earlier, is that girls usually do not like guys approaching them on the dance floor and start grinding on them. They much rather dance with someone they are comfortable with. Case in point, while waiting to get in my friend and I met a few girls. We introduced ourselves and chatted for a bit. Nothing special. Inside the club we ended up dancing next to them, not with them, but just beside them. Like clockwork some guys approach the girls. I mind my business and step aside and let the guys do their thing. Who am I to cock block? Maybe the girls would be interested. I must admit they were tall and not bad-looking. No homo. In my peripherals, I see the girls pointing at me. Telling the guys they were with me. So I ended up being their "boyfriend" for the time being. So for those guys wondering why they haven't had any luck in the club situation. The idea here is to do your work outside while you're waiting in line. Introduce yourselves before you get in so it won't be so creepy when you ask for a dance later. And for curious minds alike, nothing happened with those girls. They actually did have boyfriends who were away for the moment. Though it was fun dancing with them for a night.
~Kris