My “Charlotte York” moment

Every hopeless romantic, millennial woman who grew up watching Sex and the City reruns can relate when I say that I finally had my “Charlotte York”moment. The moment of pure exhaustion when it comes to years of dating and trying to find the elusive “white knight”.  We all remember the famous line spewed from Charolette’s defeated and hungover mouth hunched over a cup of strong coffee and plate of bacon and eggs that resonated with so many of us, “I’ve been dating since I was 15, I’m exhausted. Where is he?”
Charlotte

 

Let me start off by saying that if there was a pill for heartache, I’d have overdosed by now. When I fall, I fall hard and if that’s not enough, I carelessly give up my soul to anyone over 5’11 with a job and a sense of humour. I mean, who needs a soul when influencers on Instagram are telling me that a box filled with beauty products for $49.95 a month is going to be the spiritual overtaking that I’ve been searching for my whole life? If that were the case, I’d be officially ordained at the church of Fab Fit Fun – begging them to cleanse my sins endured from countless failed relationships with micellar water.

 

In the past, I’ve treated choosing a mate the same way I would a bottle of wine, usually I only look at the price, region it’s from and if it’s good enough to bring home to Christmas dinner. Sipping my tall, dark and handsome glass of Chardonnay from a region just outside my high school, I realize that Chardonnay is an arrogant prick. I could easily switch to a less attractive, more reliable cab sauv in IT, but where’s the dedication in that? As a woman, we are pretty much taught at a young age that change is good, possible and necessary if we’re going to have any success (or body confidence), so why couldn’t we also expect such change in our significant others? Just like wine, men need time and a temperature controlled room with Scarface posters on the wall to mature and age to perfection. So, where are my George Clooney’s at?

 

I never understood the complexity of a relationship and why everyone describes them as “work”. Find a guy whom you hate the least, have him take you to dinner and in return, tag him in memes all day. Sounds pretty effortless to me. The simple truth is that men and woman were probably never meant to co-habitat outside of procreation, and if you’re not planning on creating offspring together, that just leaves two people in a constant battle of not living up to the others unrealistic expectations and arguing over throw pillows.

 

I’m not unlike any other woman who’s experienced heart break and disappointment, we’ve all dated the same men over the years, the cheater, the substance abuser, the control freak, the emotionally unavailable and the dreaded “musician” that usually falls under each category all at once. My experiences aren’t different than most, but my “Charlotte” moment came just a few weeks ago when I realized that simply loving someone isn’t always enough and that the pure mental exhaustion that I put into finding my “white knight” is both defeating and belittling to my self worth.

 

As an only child, I’ve grown quite accustomed to being alone, even though I’ve been a serial relationship-er my whole adult life, it’s my mere moments of single-dom that really teach me about myself and allow me to grow. With each failed relationship the stages that follow are usually the same, revenge weight loss followed by a series of “look how amazing my life is now that you’re gone” Facebook profile photos. We tend to present our best selves when we’re not half of another, but why does that have to change once we begin a relationship?

 

For years, single people have loathed being labeled as “single”. For some reason the word itself has a looming stigma surrounding it that creates the perception that we are all sad and lonely people….which we are, but we’re still out living our best life on Instagram so how bout you leave us the hell alone OK, AUNT PAM?! The moment we walk into any room, I imagine the aura surrounding us visually looks something like the cloud of dirt revolving around Pig Pen, Charlie Brown’s most socially unacceptable friend. In our case though, the dirt following us is the particles of emotional baggage endured from being lied too, cheated on and taken for granted.

 

Surprisingly, bitterness hasn’t quite gotten the better of me yet, getting divorced at the tender age of 28, you’d think I’d be a raging feminist force to be reckoned with, but don’t forget, that I’m really a “Charolette” at heart. Although I have my “burn the bra” moments, I refuse to give up on the idea that chivalry and romance is dead, so I did what so many of us single, hopeless romantics have done, dove into the the scary and vulnerable world of online dating. Just in case you’re not aware of the online dating site options that are available to us these days, here’s a quick run down:

 

Tinder = Sex
Plenty of Fish =  We probably already hooked up
eHarmony = Divorced
Match.com = All the left overs that those cute couples from the tv commercials didn’t want
Bumble = Baggage
Christian Mingle = Just no.
Our Time = Where we’ll all eventually end up…broken, defeated and looking for someone to share the cost of Depends

 

Countless dates later, with surprisingly not the worst people, I met whom I thought had white knight potential. After what felt like forcing a relationship on and off for a year and giving up every ounce of myself and getting virtually nothing in return, I came to the realization that something needed to change. Love shouldn’t be forced or even difficult. If all you’re doing is fighting for someone’s love, attention and time, you’re never going to win. It’s easy to lose yourself in the arms of a blue eyed man who’s telling you all the right things and who likes pineapple on pizza, but at the end of the day my standards need to be as high as Snoop Dogg on tour.

 

4 thoughts on “My “Charlotte York” moment

  1. When you love yourself and find your passion the perfect person comes along to enhance it …. but if you don’t love yourself why would he……?.. and if you don’t have an interesting life why would anyone want to be a part of it ? When I decided to be myself and do what I enjoy alone I realized I am ok 👌 and enjoy my own company …. and funny thing happened someone else enjoyed it toooooo 🤗 but I refuse to give up me and what’s best for me …. that respect for my soul has brought me a soul mate xxxx you will look in the mirror one day and smile and know your not alone someone is looking back at you 😉that was my awha moment as she smiled back at me I knew I would be ok xxxxx

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  2. Girl, get your OWN pizza! It’s perfectly acceptable to order two pizzas, the one with meat and mushrooms and the one with pineapple. We don’t have to, and most likely won’t, like the same things. However, our time with the man in our life can be perfectly blissful when we know who we are and partner with someone who knows who they are, both of us knowing that we’re different and we like different things. Love doesn’t have to be, and usually isn’t in my experience, best found in a mutual love of the same things, but the curiosity we can have about the things another person loves deeply. Also, a one night stand binge can definitely help.

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