Mayte's Dating Chronicles: House Rules...
Before you tell a story, it's always important to consider your audience and your relationship to that audience. Keeping that in mind, before these dating chronicles start, you should know the following about me:
(Pictured: the corner of my bookshelf. On it, a yellow candle by Elisabet Velasquez stating "I am not driven by the things that I want, I am driven by the things I am", a small plant and an amethyst crystal with some palo santo and a bundle of sage.)
I am single. This means that I am in a relationship with no one, no one is in a relationship with me and there is no one that thinks they are in a relationship with me.
I am grown. I'm a whole ass adult. I'm not sure what that means beyond I pay a lot of bills and my knees hurt.
I have absolutely no idea what I am doing for most things. But I always figure it out.
My last relationship was a lot to recover from. This blog and my life is not about my ex. It is about me.
I think I'm at a point where I'd be open to welcoming a relationship into my life. But I don't think I'm actively looking for one. Cause I would be the one to look for a relationship and find Covid instead. Is this the time to consider long distance?
I'm pretty realistic about the fact I might be single for a long time. I'm still coming to terms with how I feel about that.
I've been redefining my understanding of family, of community. I'm aware that my future will look like nothing that I had previously envisioned. Apparently, I never dreamt big enough before.
I'm working on being present. To not place unrealistic expectations on men who are not supposed to stay. This is a very fancy way of saying that I'm trying to find some chill. A first date is just a first date. I'm a hopeless romantic so consider this a work in progress.
I am open to having an expansive list of crushes, though. If anyone wants to make me a mixtape to declare their feelings for me, I'm about it. Put a bachata song on it so I know you're serious.
Drink some water. Wear a mask.