It has come to my attention that I might have too many dating rules. I came up with this idea myself, though I have a feeling friends of mine reading this are probably slapping their collective foreheads and thinking “OMG I’ve been telling her that for years now.” Sorry. Sometimes I’m s-l-o-w,
I never used to have all these rules. Instead, I was just picky about the guys I went out with. (Too short, bad shoes, hair that blew awkwardly in the breeze—you know the drill.) All the self-help stuff I’ve read—and there’s been a lot—has informed that checklists are a suit of armor—a defense mechanism that keeps you from having to get close someone because no human can possibly meet the ideal most of us have in our head of the perfect specimen.
I’m truly over that checklist (seriously, I will totally date dudes who are [a little] shorter than me), but now I seem to be relying on a formal and traditional method of dating that just might not come to pass in the real world or even be necessary. (I stand firm on no boob grabbing, though.)
I’m thinking my rules might fall under this “suit of armor” business. Because if I set the bar SO high (ie. he can do this, this and this, but if he even does a little bit of that, it’s so over), it’s pretty certain that most guys won’t be able to slap it, no matter how tall they are.
So there it is. I’m still assessing this notion. I’ll let you know how it unfolds.