Even though it's been more than a year since I first took that test and filled out my profile, I picked two of the same adjectives to describe myself (philosophical and observant). I was completely stumped to think of a third one though, so I finally picked "indecisive." (That should get me lots of dates!) I wish I could say that was just an inside joke, but lately it seems all too true. It's not that I don't like making decisions, it's just that I hate closing out my other options. And that's pretty much what a decision is, after all.
Which may be why I'm still squarely situated in
The Window Shopper camp. Although I really haven't had much time to do any window shopping since I moved to SF, which is a crying shame. I was just thinking how a little recreational shopping could be just the thing to celebrate finally moving into my own place and getting all my crap out of storage and getting my life back instead of spending every weekend at Home Depot. (I still have a few more Home Depot weekends to go, but the end is in sight.) As much as I love my contractors, I'm really ready for them to go away. It's like having four boyfriends wake you up at 7am every morning for the same thing -- just not the thing you want right at that moment.Anyway, in a bout of sleeplessness left over from the nine hour Italy time difference, I was trying on a few imaginary candidates for size. (Let's face it, there are always options. Maybe options you shouldn't exercise, but there are worse ways to lull yourself back to sleep.) In any case, my mind is running through the drill when all of a sudden I flash back to one of the OK Cupid questions. Something like, "do you imagine breaking up with someone before you've even gone out with them?" Of course I answered no. Well, in the cold dark of night, turns out one of the scripts my mind plays out is the break-up scene. I know that sounds terrible, but I guess I want to have an exit strategy before I get involved in anything. Sometimes there's a good reason for that, like if you're thinking of dating a coworker or a neighbor -- someone you're going to have to see every day even if things don't go well. Better make sure it's worth getting into, and probably smart to lay the groundwork to get out gracefully. But I think I do it regardless. Which might be a tad cynical.
I honestly didn't know that about myself. So much for my powers of observation, haha.
p.s. -- The Kaiser Chiefs were fucking brilliant last night (new user sound). The Good The Bad & The Queen are on tap for tomorrow and Arctic Monkeys on Tuesday. Maybe that's enough distraction for now.
When I told my ex-boyfriend I couldn't see us being together forever he said to consider that every relationship you have -- until the last one -- ends. You don't get to experience a romantic relationship that lasts until you're in it. So it might be hard to recognize. That was a sweet and compelling argument.
I stayed with him two more years after giving the high sign it wasn't working for me. I'm not saying I should have bailed right away after five years together, but two more years was a bit much. I think that's why I'm so skittish about getting into anything now.
Luckily, there are plenty of guys who are interested in recreational "friends first" dating (or so I hear). And if I hit it off with one, I'm not going to run away screaming from something more serious.
Ok so I checked out that site but Havn't done the personality test one yet I did a politcal one. But the thing is about those tests is you have to be carefull taking them. The reason I say that is that they can be very addicting and the next thing you know you have been online for like 9 hours. Also it is good to remember that just because a test measures where you are or what you are dosn't mean that it has to be that way. Sometimes they are wrong, and you can allways change the way you are, assuming that you don't like how you are.
At her rehearsal dinner, my sister told me that her soon-to-be husband was the first guy she'd dated that she couldn't imagine breaking up with. She said with all the others she could imagine the breakup from the beginning. But not him. And she married him...