We danced, played tennis, and had seriously good banter.
This led me to believe we were meant to be, and I assigned to him all the other qualities I was looking for in a mate: depth, character, a willingness to commit, etc.
He completely ignored me the week of my birthday, and I finally called him to hear the official break-up.
As a twentysomething, the thrill of witty repartee, the allure of an avid outdoorsman, or good ol' chemistry can cloud our judgment.
When I was about 12, some kids at the pool taught me how to do a back dive. I back-dove with reckless abandon, all caught up in myself, the moment, and the physical thrill.
When we are twentysomething and young, dating with reckless abandon can have the same strange appeal—there’s a thrill in diving in backwards and blind and telling the stories afterward.
Besides, what you saw as an 'ideal' partner back in college may be totally different now!
If you are in your twenties and want to someday find yourself in a loving, committed relationship, understand that you don’t have all the time in the world.
It takes time to figure out what you value in a life partner—I'm not talking about whether he eats organic, too, but whether he shares the same core beliefs.
Sometime between my parents’ generation and my own, our twenties became the time to “find yourself.” To spare ourselves the pangs of waking up one day in an unfulfilling marriage or career, we gifted ourselves a decade of low-pressure dating to figure things out.
New rules for dating during one’s twenties—the details of which no one seems to know—have developed to protect this time of exploration.
The problem was, he never really exhibited any of these qualities.