Showing posts with label splitting up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label splitting up. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Break-Up City, Population: A Lot.
What proportion of break-ups are amicable, do you think? One-half? A quarter? Ten percent? Five percent? Five total?
My guess is fewer than one in twenty bust-ups are mutually agreeable to the point where the two people involved are happy with the decision after two weeks. I base this on my best analysis of the asymmetry of most relationships, which in normal language means that one person is always more into it than the other. That's the point of stress in all our dealings on this quasi-romantic level - inequality of expectation.
There is no way around this notion that most relationships are pretty much doomed from the beginning. If you're a serial monogamist, you're living in a neighbourhood full of cul-de-sacs and regular, non-French dead-ends. It's the way the town-planner - the devil himself - designed it. If you want a continual stream of new lovers in your life, the price you pay is the angst and dislocation of perpetually reaching the end of the road, sometimes pretty soon after taking the turn.
Sure, some roads don't reveal themselves as going nowhere until quite some time later. That means when you do come to the "Wrong Way: Turn Around" sign, the break-up will be even more tearful, the recriminations way more cutting, and the hurt much longer lasting.
And I don't buy the whole schtick about women being more affected by a busted relationship than men. There are cold, callous women just as there are flippant, uncaring men, for whom a break-up is just another speed bump. Men and women process and reflect the consequences of the end of an affair (in the widest sense) differently. From that stems the different ways we communicate our emotions to the world. Even though men will use bravado through the loss, their dislocation is no less painful. Endless talking and re-hashing isn't our style.
There is a way out of this neo-modern hook-up and dump city. But for me to tell you would be presumptuous in the extreme.
Bottoms Up, Turn and Burners.
Labels:
breaking up,
divorce,
emotions,
expectation,
splitting up,
staying together,
truth,
understanding,
wants
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
It's a Girl - My Lord! - In a Flatbed Ford
Now I don't want to draw too much from this, but do the lyrics of this Eagles song make you a little nostalgic?
The dude's running away - possibly doing the fadeout - on seven women;
Well, I'm running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me
Two that wanna stone me
One says she's a friend of mine
With one aim in mind, he's;
Lookin' for a lover
Who won't blow my cover
She's so hard to find...
Which is where we meet the girl in Winslow driving the flatbed Ford. The way she can save him is to seize the moment for some uncommitted random fucking.
Come on, baby
Don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in
And take it easy
Subtle use of the "climbin' in" metaphor.
It's reflective of a misguided instinct: the way to leave one (or seven) women is to take up with someone fresh - close all the doors of the past by opening a new one. Yeah, that never works.
The vanity here is telling, although I'm sneakily smiling at the complete absence of any sexual political posturing. This tune represents the apogee of the Californian/hippy/baby-boom/free love/whatever feels good/just do it age perfectly, as well as (arguably) the apogee of money-making from having a good time.
Lucky bastards.
Bottoms Up, and do whatever feels good.
Take It Easy lyrics © Jackson Browne/Swallow Turn Music/Night Kitchen Music/Open Window Music.
Labels:
booty call,
cowgirls,
fadeout,
first dates,
first fuck,
running away,
splitting up
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Being In The Moment, Until the End.
Is dating an extended job interview or an end unto itself? If it's an interview, what is the job? And if dating's the thing, why is it so fraught?
~/\~
Oh, we're dating. Nothing serious... or
Yep, been dating a year or so now....
It's never (apart from initially)
OMG! I love it! We're dating!*
~/\~
Mismatched intentions doom many budding romances. It's the question everyone loathes, viz:
Where are we going with this?
If either dater feels the need to ask this question, it's over. If he or she doesn't communicate clearly some kind of goal that's vaguely related to yours, without prompting, asking the question merely emphasizes likely relationship termination.
~/\~
It's possible that I, like many others, am brainwashed into thinking that dating is only ever a road to somewhere else. Dating as its own reward can work, but requires the kind of communication rarely seen when people first meet and want to make matters more formal.
Kate, I want to spend more time with you, to date you. However, at this point I have no interest nor plans beyond that. All good with you?
Or
Doug, just date me. That's all I want.
~/\~
* Granted, beyond a certain age, this might be the case.
Labels:
bad dates,
dating,
decisions,
detachment,
singlehood,
splitting up,
staying together
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Foreclosure
Hey. I hear you and {the girlfriend} have split.*
Yeah. We're in foreclosure.
How so?
Well, we figured that neither one of us had been making payments on the relationship for a while.
So we just let it slide. Let the bank take it back, you know.
That seems kinda bloodless. You two had been together for, what, two years?
*shrugs* I guess. But when you're that far upside-down, sometimes there's nothing else to do.
And what if someone picks her up as a short sale?
You can be a real prick, you know that?
Bottoms Up, Investors.
* Me talking.
Labels:
communication,
relationships,
splitting up,
the right person
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