There’s a wonderful feeling about being in a healthy relationship–having dinner together, the fun text messages, movie nights, yada yada yada. But, I will say, there is something special about doing something completely outside of your comfort zone with someone you completely trust. For me, that was 4×4 driving and backwoods camping. Yeah, that’s right– camping.
For me outdoors activities usually involved window shopping in Georgetown, enjoying drinks on the harbor or an escapade to one of Virginia’s fine wineries, but not camping. That is until I joined my boyfriend and friends on an adventure in George Washington National Forest (just on the border of Virginia and West Virginia) for some mountain driving and camping.
I had never been camping. It probably had to do with the fact that my mother wasn’t a fan of it. She enjoyed the outdoors, but at the end of the day, she wanted a nice bed and shower. I inherited that gene and many others! So, when my boyfriend asked me if I’d be up for the adventure, I said “yes” because when does one get to do something like this.
I’ll admit, I was a bit nervous spending a night in a forest. The idea of sleeping with creatures and no bathroom sounded appalling. Did I also mention that it was cold? But, those fears seemed to go away when I had views like this:
It was a great adventure for me and something that I can say I’ve done. Would I do it again? Yes. I don’t know if it’s something I could do on a monthly basis, but I could do it again, and next time, I’ll be sure to bring warmer clothes!
For those of you like me who embrace your “Divaness,” once in awhile, exchange it for a pair of sneakers and jeans and enjoy roughing it. It’s worth it!
It’s been awhile since I have blogged. My plan was to blog about my fabulous trip to the South of France, but that all changed Friday night. It was beautiful in DC, and on a rare occasion, I went out. I and every other single woman their 30s, hoping to spark a conversation with an eligible bachelor. Yes, I did say ME and EVERY other single woman living in Arlington.
But, that’s not what made the night an “episode of Sex and the City (yes,I am going back to one of my favorite shows). It was what my friend Gita said and what came after. We were walking down Clarendon Boulevard surrounded by a bunch of people in their 20s. Feeling somewhat discouraged that we didn’t engage in conversation with at least one interesting person, we made our way to grab a quick bite to eat, we heard in Hindi “There is so much crime here (or something a long those lines). Passing us, were two Indian men much much shorter than us (people tend to call those of us born here ABCD. We call these guys FOBs) Gita and I looked at each other as if someone had just punched us in the stomach. “Oh my god,” Gita said, “Is that all that’s left?Is this a sign?”
I really hope that’s not all that’s left. I am trying to date. I have gone on date after date after date. My friends and family say I am too picky. But, I am not. I just want to meet a nice guy who enjoys culture, travel and has good manners, and maybe resembles George Clooney or John Hamm (I am kidding!).
No, let’s be serious here for a second. I have a lot of single, fabulous friends. We are all attractive, have great careers, lovely homes, and wonderful circle of friends. But, when it comes to finding Mr. Right, only a few of us have found them. Is it because our expectations are so high? Is it that we are set in our ways and may come across intimidating? Is it we are just TOO independent?
I don’t know the answer, but I do know this, being single is fine, but having someone around would be nice. Just saying!
“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them. -Carrie Bradshaw”
I know it sounds funny, but sometimes I wonder, “Am I the Indian Carrie Bradshaw?” A few weeks ago, I posted it on Facebook and the responses were hysterical.
The truth is, I think many of us relate to her or one of the characters from Sex and the City. I remember watching the show when it first came out more than a decade ago ( has it been that long)? I was in my 20s and I believed Carrie and I so related. I whined about my daily dilemmas, yearned for the attention from my then “love of my life.” and yes, drank cosmopolitans because it was “trendy.”
But, let’s be honest, I relate more to Carrie Bradshaw now then I ever did in my 20s.
- I’ve got the best girlfriends in the world. I am not bragging–I seriously do. A woman cannot go through life without her friends. I sure can’t live without mine!
- I still have my dating dilemmas. But, I have a group of girlfriends who make me laugh about them, vent to, etc. I mean seriously, the last guy I went out with may not have ditched me on a “post it,” but did on a text. And, guess what, my girlfriends made me laugh about it instead of sulk!
- I moved away from cosmopolitans and moved on to scotch and on occasion dirty martinis. Let’s not forget a good glass of Pinot Noir either. Like Carrie, my style, my thinking, my philosophy is changing with age.
- I don’t mind being single anymore. I finally came to a point that I am “ok” with being single. Yes, it will be nice to find a companion, but if I go on one more BAD date, I think I will just die (not literally, but can’t do it anymore). So, when it is meant happen, it will. In the meantime, I will embrace my independence.
- I love being a city girl.I love going to fabulous parties, attending the performing arts, meandering though the city, hanging out with friends and brunch (it’s one of my favorite meals).
We all are our own unique individuals, but sometimes, we relate to the characters that we come across through books, movies and TV.
Who do you relate to?