I have been online dating on and off for the past 3 years. It has been enlightening! I have met a lot of good guys and a few guys that turned out to be valuable lessons.
If you read my previous 2 posts you are aware that the last guy I met told me that he does drugs on occasion (well he has mentioned that it has been a long time, but I am inclined not to believe that). We have, against all odds, become friends, or perhaps I should say friendly. We had dinner Friday and it was fun.
On Saturday this new guy contacted me. After some back and forth emails he asked me: “Do your party?”
I thought the question was odd, and I sensed something illicit about it. I replied asking him to explain what he meant, and at the same time I consulted the Urban Dictionary. I was correct: he was asking me if I did drugs. I explained to him that that was something I was not interested in and after a few pleasant emails we said good bye.
Is this social drug using a new thing or for some reason it is only now that I am actually becoming aware of it? And why all of a sudden I am encountering this?
So I looked at what these 2 guys have in common in an attempt to perhaps find out where am I going wrong.
- They are both younger than me, one is 43, and the other is 41. Should I date my age and older only?
- They are both from well to do backgrounds. Should I date people that, like me, come from poorer backgrounds?
- They are both well accomplished in their careers and with great disposable income. One is a healthcare executive and the other is a corporate attorney. Should I look for guys struggling in their careers and living paycheck to paycheck?
- They are both well traveled and have tasted the finer things in life. Should I look for guys that have not experienced a lot?
It would be great if it was that simple, but drugs knows no age, gender, income level, etc. Some people may be able to actually only use it socially and not let it control their life. But to me that is a slippery slope that I rather not get involved in or get involved romantically with anyone that is involved with.
I don’t think I have been doing anything wrong or sending the wrong signals. My profile clearly states that I do not do drugs, do not smoke and drink only socially. I think these 2 guys are lessons in what can happen when one gets to a point where they keep craving more and more excitement. To me they are cautionary tales. While they are still performing their jobs well, their personal lives seems to be a quest for the excess, more drugs, more girls, the most expensive restaurants, more, more, more.
I don’t ever want to be that way, that jaded, that hooked on craving some illusory high. I like being crazy happy over my bread and butter in the morning, or listening to a favorite song, or talking to my family on the phone. I like being high on a glass of wine or dancing to that favorite song or kissing that one guy that the chemistry is out of control.
Are addicts trying to escape something or trying to embrace something? Is there such a deep pain that needs numbing? Or is there some numbness that needs some awakening it? Is this all about control? about getting close to the edge and not falling over?
I just keep thinking that they are smart enough to know better.
On a funny note and to illustrate how I need to pay more attention to whatever I am doing at the moment:
I have been searching for a primary care physician. After procrastinating for over a year I finally take a look at the list of doctors in the Oxford directory and choose one not too far from my town. As usual I was probably doing that while balancing my checkbook and cleaning the house instead of just focusing on the selecting a doctor.
On the day of the appointment I leave work early to get there early and fill out all the many new patient forms. While waiting I am watching the different ads on TV while browsing some magazine. I finish the forms, pay my co-pay, wait some more then the nurse calls me. I answer all her questions and then she says: get undressed from the waist down, sit on the exam table and the doctor will be right in. I look at the table while thinking: undressing from the waist down? and realize it is a gynecological exam table!
Finally it all hits me: the waiting room filled with printed information regarding how to avoid getting pregnant, the TV ads on how to get pregnant, all the questions regarding my period, the undressing from the waist down, the gynecological exam table. So I ask: is this for a gynecological exam? and the nurse says yes.
I explain that I don’t need one. I am very happy with my gynecologist and I am in need of a full physical. I ask her if they offer that, thinking that perhaps I was just given the wrong doctor. She says they are just a gynecological office. So I get back out, get my co-pay back and I am again doctor-less.
Looking back, everything about the waiting room screamed gynecologist. I keep telling myself that I need to pay more attention, more attention to what I am doing, more attention to my surroundings, more attention to whatever needs my attention at the moment.
Right now as I am writing this, I am watching TV, making a list of things to do at work, having a snack, browsing online dating profiles and packing. I know I am not doing justice to any of it, not even to you because I know my writing could be better if I paid attention to it.
Admitting I have a problem is the first step. I am addicted to multi-tasking, if there is such a thing. I am addicted to the idea of not wanting to waste time. I want to do everything right now! Perhaps I am no better than a drug user, perhaps my drug is just a different one. I just crave a different high: how many items can I cross off of my list?
And wouldn’t you know it, I am smart enough to know better!
“Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.” ― C.G. Jung