Undateable

It has recently come to my attention that I am undateable.

I’m not really sure when this happened, and I’m also not really sure when I started to care.

Ok, so the first part isn’t exactly true.

And really, neither is the second.

I know the when, the why, the how, the where.

It’s that whole “what to do about it…” part I haven’t quite gotten to yet.

Here’s the thing, Chronic friends.

I am not lonely, promise.

Except I might get just a little teensy bit of a lonely-like feeling every other Friday night, most holidays, and the first Wednesday of the month when it is buy one, get one burger night <somewhere>

But really, not lonely, mmkay?

I used to like dating.

I also used to like sitting in the sun, doing upside down yoga positions, and eating bacon.

Sometimes the things you like just don’t like you, you know?

For the past, I don’t know, 10 (!!!!) years, dating has just not been on my radar.

I was kind of busy trying to um, stay upright/conscious/alive.

I know, excuses, excuses.

But my life is super different-ish now; I’m rapidly approaching being faint/hemiplegia-free for 2 years, I’m employed, my mom isn’t my roommate any more, etc. I’ve got a bunch of things to look forward to that aren’t washing my hair once a week or walking the dog to the mailbox every day. (Totally legit things that I still continue to celebrate and do more frequently-at least in the case of washing my hair!) I’ve been busy-busy more than I’ve been Chronic busy.

So you might have heard that it’s Valentine’s Day on Sunday, and that it’s my 27th (shhh! #DontTellTheOtherBloggers #ImOlderThan #Everyone) birthday exactly one week afterwards…

Nothing like a one-two punch to make a girl wonder about her prospects.

There are very specific times when I feel like Rip Van Winkle waking up from a 100 years’ nap only to find that the world is a crazy, weirdo place now and I want to go back to sleep.

Dating makes me feel like this.

First off, as a Chronic Lady who has been in Chronic hibernation/Rip Van Winkle sleep for her early 20s (because as a friend and I recently figured out, I am one-week out from being in my “late” 20s-thinking of you, early 30s friend!), I seem to have missed the window where you go on 29 first dates and have 3 week-long relationships with your college Chem lab partner that dissolve in a fiery mess that means that you can no longer go to the Taco Bell on campus because he might be there. All that junk stuff where you figure it out- I seem to have missed that lovely learning curve.

Nope, late 20s is the part where (according to Society and the Powers That Be), one discovers The One, and fills up everyone else’s Facebook feeds with engagement photos, wedding photos, baby photos, first home photos, first dog photos, romantic get-away trip photos, and even the occasional divorce memo.

I am going to be really selfish and self-centered for 5 seconds and say I cannot BELIEVE that there are people my age who are DIVORCED and I have not even been on a DATE, ohmygosh PANIC ATTACK about my PLACE in the SOCIETY-MEASURED RAT RACE.

Sorry.

I’m ok now.

It’s not that I have not had opportunity.

Truth time: I did have a kind of opportunity, and I kind of blew it.

First off, timing was horrible.

Do not try to figure out your first date in a decade when you are trying to move out for the first time, pass a final exam for a never-ending career training program so that you can get your first job so you can pay your first bills and be a grownup, also for the first time.

You simply have too much going on, and while the Internet will tell you that loads of people have online relationships for months and even years where they never actually see each other in person, it’s not actually true. The person who wants to date you will actually want to go out on a date at some point. #WayToMakeEverythingHarder #WhatsSoGreatAboutADate

Which comes to the Chronic part.

How do Chronic people date?

No really, I’m asking.

That wasn’t a lead-in to my epically enlightened answer. It was a question that I’m really hoping you’ll read as endearing and not kind of sad. Oh, and that you’ll answer.

I get so nosey when I meet Chronic people in relationships. I become the most annoying journalist. “Where did you meet?” “Where is that?” “Did you wear your compression stockings?” “Did he notice them?” “What did you say?” “No, like really, word for word, what did you say?”

I don’t go to movies (unless they are at 10 am at the one theater I like and I wear earplugs and fidget like a 1st grader who has to pee) and I don’t go to restaurants (I do not want to die a slow stomach churning death with an audience, especially one I don’t know well). I can’t really go to museums (who knew they could so drastically change the humidity from one room to the next to keep works of art young and vibrant whilst keeping the young and vibrant dizzy, sweaty and nauseous?) and I mostly avoid the outdoors between sunup and sundown. Then I avoid going out at night because I’m tired and have night blindness #ItsARealThing I don’t drink caffeine or tea or alcohol (they are all diuretics, like I’d need the help…). Mostly, if it’s fun, I’m pretty sure I have a reason I can’t do it.

Undateable, you see?

On the other hand, I am really good at making soda pop pound cakes. I have an outdoor firepit and an indoor tabletop safety flame fire pit for making s’mores. (Yes, I have both. I really like s’mores.) I like the comic book store and the library. I like to Netflix and I like to chill. Separately, you perv.

Perhaps, just maybe, I am not quite as undateable as I think?

 

Are you in a relationship, Chronic friend? Do you go out on dates? Tell me all about it. I mean it. Like, everything. Have you written a manual? Could you?

Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! ❤

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “Undateable

  1. asouthernceliac says:

    Dating SUCKS as a chronic person. I was just lucky that Justin was okay with Chinese food and Netflix….for every. single. date. (Gotta have that salt as a POTSie!)

    But seriously: I dated as a chronically ill person, and it was hard. The main thing that helped was being upfront about my illness. Sure, some people disappeared as soon as I told them but my opinion on that was that they probably would’ve disappeared later on if I had waited! Justin and I did (and do) a lot of low-key dates. Coffee shops, picnicking, whatever. It also helps to communicate LOTS. Not like you have to constantly be talking, but too many people- even not chronic ones- let little issues build up and become big ones!

    Sorry for such a long comment. I just have a lot of feelings!

  2. Elizabeth B. says:

    I’m married, actually. I met Dan (hubby) before I got the majority of my chronic diagnoses, which is nice. However, I did already have bad IBS-type issues, asthma, and horrendous allergies. I was also just kind of sick a lot. Pretty sure I had at least some of my Chronics when I met him, just didn’t have symptoms bad enough for me to start to push for a diagnosis.
    Anyway, I met Dan in college. I joined the robotics club and he was treasurer. There was a LOT of drama in the club due to some people that have legitimate mental issues that need serious and intensive treatment. But, Dan and I bonded. I hated my dorm floor, so I actually stayed at Dan’s rental house constantly (even before we were actually dating). I’ve actually “lived with him” for our entire relationship (I had my own place, but we pretty much spent every night together), partly because it’s so much easier to cook dinner for two than it is for one.
    We used to go out a lot, before the Chronics.
    Dan and I go out. Our dates have had to change since the diagnoses, but we still do things. I can still go to some restaurants, though we try not to do it often since they’re expensive. We go to movies, but we smuggle in our own popcorn and Dan doesn’t mind if I’m having a sensitive day and have to wear earplugs. I also move around like crazy during movies, and my ADHD means I’m always whispering little observations into his ear (I hate it because I hate when people talk during movies and I’m totally one of them ugh). I got cute compression socks from RejuvaHealth.com that I’ll wear in the summer if we go do things. Most of our together time is spent at home. We watch a few TV shows together and we like watching movies. We love games: video, computer, tabletop. We’ll snuggle and chat about random nothingness (did that a lot dating too). We have a wood burning fireplace that we roast marshmallows in sometimes too 🙂 You really don’t need to go do elaborate things. Dan goes and does the super elaborate stuff with friends sometimes, without me, so that he can get his adventure fix (or we will go together when I have a really good day). We actually never did the “go out for drinks” thing. The zoo is also nice on your “good weather” days (whatever that is for you).
    Good luck! I definitely would not call you “undateable,” you just can’t do “typical dates.” Creative dates are the best anyway 😉

    • iamchronicallywell says:

      Thank you! I so appreciate everything you said. I guess I have to use my creative powers for good (figuring out non-typical dates) instead of evil (thinking of all the reasons I can’t go out). I’m so glad you and Dan found each other and again, thanks for sharing! 🙂

      • Elizabeth B. says:

        You’re welcome! I figured your questions probably weren’t entirely rhetorical 😉
        If you really want to, I’m sure you’ll find someone! You’re a very funny and fun to talk to person, and I’m sure once your switch to the light side you’ll find what you’re looking for!

  3. Kate says:

    I just found your blog via Reader and just had to share a few insights on this post.

    I’ve had both good and bad experiences when it comes to dating as a chronic person.

    There were a lot of ups and downs mostly because I was always finding the wrong people. Because it was hard to meet people conventionally, I was meeting guys online (only about 3 substantial relationships), talking for a while, and then meeting in person. Some ended up being very immature for our age, while others had personal issues to deal with and used my illness as a copout. Like I said, WRONG people.

    I never felt good about the relationships because I felt bad about not being able to have conventional dates, eat out, go out, etc.

    And then I found the love of my life.
    It sounds cliche, but he has no reservations about my illness, and actually has more optimism and faith in my health than I do sometimes. He loves finding new, nonconventional dates for us and encourages finding easy, fun recipes for us to try instead of eating out.

    He’s taken care of me countless times – from surgery recovery to simply having really bad chronic days. I don’t have any explanation for why he is the way he is, but it all comes down to finding someone who cares more about YOU than your illness(es).

    You shouldn’t have to overthink every situation or interaction. It’ll come naturally (promise)!

    You’re dateable, my friend. 🙂

    • iamchronicallywell says:

      Thank you for this! Over thinking is one of my special skills, but the comments I’ve received on this post have assured me that I can relax a little. I so appreciate you taking the time to comment 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s