A Girl in the World

Relationships

A few months ago, on a fresh London evening, a girl friend and I were sitting at a pub catching up about the year away.  We talked travel and work and friendship.  Under the buzz of after-office revelry, we opened up about pain and history and the men in our lives.  She asked me about the Boy and how things were going.  And I said in an instant, “I don’t know how it’s possible but everyday it gets better and better.  Usually, things start out really great and fizzle away over time, but with this one, it’s been the opposite”.  She smiled and said,  ”I love the slow burn”.

The slow burn.

Like unwrapping a present one fold at a time, the slow burn is an exercise in patience.  It’s believing when there is no proof.  It’s anticipating when there is no map.  It’s moving forward in the complete pitch black trusting that whatever happens, things will turn out as they should.  It’s the opposite of control.  It’s about not needing to know the future, it’s about being ok with uncertainty, it’s about embracing the moment.

The last year away has been a slow burn for me.  So much of the path I took while traveling, exploring and learning was uncharted.  On certain occasions, I didn’t even know where I’d sleep that night.  And on a grander scale, I had no idea what I was going to do after the journey was over, whenever “over” came.  It was an exercise in becoming completely comfortable with myself and all the non-answers that plagued me.  Did I make the right decision?  Am I in the right place?  Where will I be a year from now?

There were moments during my travels when these questions would drive me crazy.  I’d been so used to having answers, to having it all planned out.  Sitting in the nucleus of a self-made bubble of ambiguity was sometimes painful, sometimes exhilarating and almost always scary.

It has taken me a while to realize this but the slow burn is probably one of life’s best gifts.  In friendship, in work, in love and in dreams, the most important element is time.  Time reveals all the details that matter.  Time gives you the perspective and level-headedness to see past the fear, the heady excitement and the unease of change.  It helps you dig through the superficial and gives you the clarity to really see the bare bones truth of what you need to know.  It really is like opening the most amazing present there is, one small fold, one piece of scotch-tape at a time.

Patience is key.  Welcome the slow burn.  If you rush through, you may miss out on the stuff that matters.

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If you’ve ever been at a Starbucks long enough to eavesdrop on two women chatting over coffee, you’ll realize quickly (especially if you’re a man) just how crazy the world of girl talk can be.  Scratch that.  It’s not crazy, it’s … ridiculous.  We women are ridiculous.  Even though I participate in said girl talk regularly, I’m still amazed at how we’re able to perpetuate hours of conversation on insignificant details regarding our interactions with the opposite sex.  Hours and hours on what he said, what he didn’t say, what he did and how and why and when and where.  Imagine how much more productive we’d be and how we could increase our creative output if we just STOPPED doing that and spent time on other things?!?!  We’d have cured cancer, AIDS, world hunger by now!!!

This is an excerpt from a chat I had with a girl friend earlier today….

K: denise!

me: hey miss!

K: thanks for coming out last night to somerset house. hope u guys had fun

me: it was a cool experience!! :) and it was so nice to see you!!

K: :)
btw that boy i was telling u about on monday night
he sent me an email yesterday saying he had fun.. but that was it and like an idiot i responded with an email that i thought was casual but fun. i ran it past two guy friends here at work and they said nope.. u seem too keen! :(

me: LOL
oh goodness!

K: and of course i haven’t heard from him yet :(
ugh!

me: these MEN and their stupid games!

K: dating life sucks!!!

me: LOL.
don’t stress!
i have friends who get texts from girls they are IN LOVE WITH and they look at the text, talk to each other and are like “Ok, i won’t reply to her today. Maybe tomorrow or the next”
and i am like ARE YOU GUYS RETARDED?!?!?!?!

K: hahaha are u serious?

me: YES
SO STUPID

K: UGH
so this was our email exchange
from him:

Hi K,

Good fun last night!

Rxx

and then my novel to him:

Definitely – can’t remember the last time I had so much fun on a Monday night! :)

Heading out to see a movie at Somerset in a bit. What’s going on at your end this evening…practicing ballet in your large bathroom? Now that I’ve had the pleasure of getting acquainted with your singing skills..I’m quite tempted to see your pirouette!

:) K

me: that’s not bad :)
it’s totally flirty :)

K: yes … the boys said the opening line was TOO intense and the “what’s going on with you this evening” says that i want to see him that evening.. which is SO NOT the case

me: oh goodness :) i don’t get men. so they said that it was too eager?!

Kinnari: yep!

me: let me see what the Boy thinks.

K: i bet he’ll say the same!

me: He says it’s fine. BUT NOW I AM MAD AT HIM FOR BEING A PART OF THE MALE SPECIES! because now i am irritated at men in general because they’re so dumb

K: he says it’s fine?? come on, tell me exactly what he said!

me: he said that it was friendly and that it’s the guy’s loss if he doesn’t reply

K: how cute. He’s a sweetie

me: BUT you know what, He never replied to my text messages either.

K: No??? why not?

me: it was only thanks to C that i didn’t drop him completely
she was like “oh, he seems shy. give him a chance”
and i was like “i don’t want a guy that i have to chase!”

K: hahahhahaha

me: so then i emailed him one last time and he asked me out
FINALLY!
SO NOW I AM ANNOYED!

K: LOL
you are funny

me: anyway, i am asking him for his feedback again and he said the same: “It’s the guy’s loss if he doesn’t reply”. BORING!!! Why can’t he indulge and analyze the email for two hours like we do?!?!?! ;) LOL

K: hahhahaha. Seriously! Can u believe how much time we WASTE on this shit?

me: LOL!

K: i thought for at least 20 minutes on what to write in that email

me: LOLLL

K: just to his “had fun last night”
JESUS
and now another hour stressing about how i sent the wrong msg
lol
absolute idiot

me: I’m dying here!
SO FUNNY!
i can’t stop laughing.
dumb men.

K: hahaha
no
men are not dumb
we are. we are the ones that are wasting our time analyzing every word and gesture endlessly
oh he held my hand this way instead of this

me: LOL

K: (literally, yesterday at the bar, i was telling the girls how we were holding hands)

me: so true!

K: men spend their time on wiser things

me: what do they spend their time on?

K: the usual ones on beer and sports

me: lol

K: the smart ones on reading about the world, talking about news.. life etc.

me: you’re so right

K: when do you find a group of guys talking about some girl one of them met?

me: true true! We need to spend our energies on other things! THAT is wisdom miss!

K: yep absolutely. you need to write a blog post about this!

me: Yes.

K: tell all the women to stop!

me: I will. Ok, let’s touch base later about plans for tonight. Thanks for making my day. Such a laugh!

K: Cross your fingers for me. Hope he emails

me: it’s his loss if he doesn’t! and THAT would be stupid of him :)

K: :) i actually agree with that
see what 30 does for u?:)
makes u pretty secure

me: :) haha
YES!!!!
love it!!!!

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… about What Matters Most (from The Purpose Driven Life)

Learning to love unselfishly is not an easy task. It runs counter to our self-centered nature. That’s why we’re given a lifetime to learn it. Relationships, not achievements or the acquisition of things, are what matters most in life. Love leaves a legacy. How you treated other people, not your wealth or accomplishments, is the most enduring impact you can leave on earth.

I have been at the bedside of many people in their final moments, when they stand on the edge of eternity, and I have never heard anyone say, “Bring me my diplomas! I want to look at them one more time. Show me my awards, my medals, that gold watch I was given.” When life on earth is ending, people don’t surround themselves with objects. What we want around us is people – people we love and have relationships with.

In our final moments we all realize that relationships are what life is all about. One of the ways God measures spiritual maturity is by the quality of your relationships. In heaven God won’t say, “tell me about your career, your bank account, and your hobbies.” Instead he will review how you treated other people, particularly those in need. When you transfer into eternity, you will leave everything else behind. All you’re taking with you is your character.

The importance of things can be measured by how much time we are willing to invest in them. The more time you give to something, the more you reveal its importance and value to you. If you want to know a person’s priorities, just look at how they use their time.

Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but you can’t make more time. When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time. The essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves. It is focused attention. Love concentrates so intently on another that you forget yourself at that moment. Attention says, “I value you enough to give you my most precious asset – my time.” Whenever you give your time, you are making a sacrifice, and sacrifice is the essence of love. You can give without loving, but you can’t love without giving.

The Bible stresses repeatedly, it says, “whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone. Use every chance you have for doing good. Whenever you possibly can, do good to those who need it. Never tell your neighbor to wait until tomorrow if you can help them now.”

Why is now the best time to express love? Because you don’t know how long you will have the opportunity. Circumstances change. People die. Children grow up. You have no guarantee of tomorrow. If you want to express love, you had better do it now.

The best use of life is love. The best expression of love is time. The best time to love is now.

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In high school, girl friends and I would obsessively take those “How great of a lover are you?” tests in trashy magazines like Cosmopolitan, Allure or Vogue.  Actually, we became hyper obsessed with Cosmo specifically, because it was racy, gratuitous and sexy – everything that we were not.  I was a real dork in high school.  Dork, dork, dork.  I chose to go to a school way on the other side of the city purely because it offered the International Baccalaureate program (kind of like A.P. but geekier).  It’s the kind of program that lets you take university level English, Chemistry and Physics during the 11th grade because it’s supposed to make a difference in your life.  It did not.  It just stole time away from things I would rather have done, like sports, art and music.  But whatever.  I digress.

According to Cosmo, I was supposed to be a passionate lover, an emotional girl friend and a sophisticated fashionista.  All at the tender age of 16.  I have no idea why we cared so much about these stupid questionnaires.  We’d take them during Math class and discuss during lunch.  Maybe it was some form of escapism.  Had I really french kissed enough boys to be able to determine my kissing style?  NO.  Had I had enough boyfriends to determine how I’d react to cheating?  Nope.  Had I cared enough about fashion to determine whether I was a Chanel girl vs. a Gucci girl?  Of course not.  But somehow, it made us feel normal – diagnosed into one of three possible types and that felt good.  It felt good to feel understood.  Aha!  I’m not crazy!  The magazine knows exactly why I act the way I do!  That describes me exactly!

And you’d think I’d outgrown this strange desire to be “classified” by some third-party quiz.  But no.  About a year ago, I became obsessed with Myers Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) quizzes.  These were especially gratifying.  I’m apparently an ENFP (Extroverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving) type – led by emotion and intuition, an enthusiastic people person, dreamy and aspirational… blah blah blah.  I would forward some version of the free online test to everyone I knew, including the boy I was dating at the time (who is now my boyfriend).  Somehow, I felt that I could understand people more if I knew their type.  I’d start conversations with questions like, “What Myers Briggs type are you?  I bet you’re an INTJ.  Am I right?”.  I’d be shocked to find out that many people, most people, hadn’t even heard of the test.  Really?!  Why not?!  It’s the secret to discovering your true self!

Well, I was forwarded another personality test just a few days ago.  This one is the Enneagram Test and it classifies people into 8 different types.  I’m a tie between a Type 3 and a Type 7.  And overwhelmingly so.  You can score a maximum of eight points for any one type.  I scored a seven on both.  And I am actually a little concerned.  How am I two different personality types at once?  Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  Ying and Yang.  Am I fighting with myself?!  One type is success-oriented and pragmatic.  The other is variety-seeking and spontaneous.  While one necessarily requires focus, the other thrives on being undisciplined.  While one is status-conscious, the other is scattered.  How can I possibly be both?!  Equally?!  This is supposed to help me understand myself.  I do not understand!  Make me understand!

What type are you?

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A friend forwarded this article on USA Today that talks about what makes people happy.  In summary there are three things:  1) the amount of time we spend with family and friends, 2) giving to others, and 3) time spent in a state of “flow” or mindfulness, where you get so lost in a task that you’re doing, you forget time.  Three very simple things that can make a huge difference in our daily lives.

I’ve been working a lot on number 1.  The friend and family time these last few weeks has definitely been good for me.  I feel so peaceful, so loved, so … happy.  The shared meals, walks in the park, and talks over coffee have all brought a simple abundance in my life – something that I was at risk of losing sight of while gallivanting around the world.

During these great dinner/coffee dates, friends and I inevitably talk about random interesting things: social media, technology, careers, family, fears, hopes and, of course, relationships.  And the relationship talks always end up being the most engrossing!  Recently, a friend and I had an invaluable conversation about the (insane) psychology of women.

I call it bricklaying.

While doling out advice, as we so often do without being asked, I cited an example familiar to all men and women, young and old.  It happens in movies, in sitcoms, in restaurants next door.

It’s date night.  You, the woman (I’m going to write this in the woman’s point of view), spent a good portion of the late afternoon perfecting your outfit.  Black dress, red pumps and that just-long-enough necklace that dares him to look where he isn’t supposed to.  You’ve set up the purposeful tease.  You look hot.  You are seated at dinner, holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes, making small talk.  Your heart is a flutter.  You’re talking about your crazy week at work, your friend’s new haircut and this weekend’s plans.  He’s attentive, smiling, sweet.  And then the cute waitress walks by your table, and his eyes follow her very short skirt.  In less than a second, you go from being totally in love to totally hating him.  Oh how you hate him!  Did he not notice your dress?!  Your necklace?  The new way you did your hair?  THE NERVE he has to go and check out another woman while you’re mid-sentence trying to explain the intricacies of brown hair highlights vs. auburn.  YOU HATE HIM.  But you smile.  And you brush it off.  You let him think that he was stealth and smooth.  That you didn’t notice him noticing her.  The rest of dinner goes by fine.  Fine.  Fine.  Fine.  But now, just for the heck of it, you feel like picking a fight.  Maybe it’s because you’re hurt about the waitress.  But he doesn’t know that, and frankly, you probably don’t realize that your desire to start a fight stems from that moment too.  You’re just sad, mad, insecure, hurt and somehow, without sounding like a total lunatic, you need to let him know.  So, you pick a fight.  About something dumb.  Like that one time, last year when he forgot to open the car door for you.  And the rest of the evening is shot.

You win the fight (only because he can’t understand what it was about in the first place) but you’re still hurt.  And at the end of the day, you add a few bricks to the wall that you’re building to protect yourself.  It’s that wall that slowly closes you off from being totally open and honest with him, the wall that will get bigger and bigger by the day unless you go and do something about it (i.e. talk to him honestly about what has been bothering you), it’s the wall that will inevitably pull you two apart permanently.

Bricklaying is insane.  But we women do it.  And somewhere, sometime, that wall becomes so big (over weeks, months, maybe even decades) that no man can scale it, no matter how hard he tries.

It is scary.  And depressing (as quoted from one of my guy friends).

So, what do we do about it?

STOP BUILDING THE WALL!

Stop the bricklaying behaviour altogether girls!  How about some good ol’ honest talking?  The heart-to-heart.  The sit-down conversation.  Oh heck, even the crazy big yelling match!  All of it is better than the silent bricklaying behaviour that drives us all insane!

How do boys deal with their jealousies and insecurities and pent-up hurts?  Gym? Shooting range? Sports?  Booze?  Insights anyone?

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Date night

October 2, 2008

So last night, I went on a date. I think. See, this is my problem. I don’t date. I’m bad at it. I was in a relationship for SEVEN years with my high school sweet heart so we missed out on all the normal social development that happens to young adults when they are trying to look for a potential mate. We thought we had that part of life all pinned down. But sometimes, life doesn’t always turn out as you schedule and now I’m single. And being (happily and healthily) single means that every once in a while, you go out with someone of the opposite gender to have drinks and dinner and a chat. It’s like a job interview, but you don’t bring your resume.

Well, this maybe-date of mine last night was great. He came from work (so did I). He’s a banker and this fact in itself was cause for stress for me already. It felt cruel to greet him and ask “Sooo, how’s work?”, knowing full well that the economy is about to implode on itself at any second now (FYI: we managed that exchange OK – his bank is solid and no one is getting laid off, thank goodness!). Anyway, as I was saying…he’s a banker and a banker in London dresses like a proper adult: in a black pin-striped suit, in black shoes, and an ironed white shirt. Until last weekend, when Cynthia asked for it, I didn’t even know I owned an iron! I think the mere fact that he was dressed like a real adult scored him points even before we sat down to eat! And here’s the fun (ironic, serendipitous) part. He’s from Argentina. We ordered Argentinian wine. And what did we talk about? My trip to Argentina! How easy that our maybe-date was already themed for us!

We went to the Troubador – this gorgeous old pub/restaurant/brunch place that I had been to before but on a Sunday morning. Last night it was candlelit and bohemian. We had wine and a platter to share. And we talked about travel – adventure travel! The crazy kind where you buy a one-way ticket into one airport and then wing the rest! The kind where you wander a city, a country, a continent, with no real agenda. We talked about taking off for three months just because. We talked about Argentine tango and Brazilian carnival and house music in Berlin and food in Bangkok. We planned trips to Mozambique and Morocco and the Amalfi coast. And we’re going to hit Asia – renting huts on the beach and getting massages and eating fabulous feasts of tropical food for $20 a day. Two hours of travel dreaming, pretending and planning. And it was great fun!

The thing about having a date night in London is that it’s always bound to be a surprise. This place is the most hyper stimulating environment I’ve ever been in. It’s like an extended stay in the craziest souk in the world. There are just so many different types of people here, from every nook and cranny of the planet. If you’ve got an accent fetish, this is the place to be. Londoners are hybrids – in between countries, loves, destinations and they always have an interesting story to share. There isn’t a day that goes by where I am not fascinated by something different – whether it’s a new expression that I hear or a great new restaurant that I visit. There is always something to discover here.

I don’t know what will come of this maybe-date. And I call it a maybe-date because it was never meant as an outward invitation to go and do something romantic. We met through friends and just wanted to catch up. And doesn’t that make more sense? Let’s set some time, catch up, hang out, have something to eat and then maybe do it again if it’s fun. Really, maybe-dates are the way to go! You can’t ever think of these things as “date” dates (except when you gossip about it after with your girlfriend because it’s more fun to add intrigue to everything when you’re gossiping with your girlfriend). Instead, you just keep open about meeting a new friend, an interesting person, someone different to learn from. The most beautifully surprising part of it all is that each time I go on an a maybe-date, I am always struck by how genuinely decent and great people are. There are some great human beings out there and some of them can even be MEN! Who knew?! ;)

Needless to say, I do think that at the very least, he will be a great friend. Maybe he can even teach me some Spanish!

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