3. Before meeting “The One,” the average woman will “kiss 15 men, enjoy two long-term relationships, have her heart broken twice…suffer four disaster dates, be stood up once, have been in love twice, lived with one ex-partner and had four one night stands.” According to this study, how close are you to finding “The One”?
So, I physically hate this prompt and it’s entirely because my love life is so atrociously nonexistent that it just reminds me that I need to start buying cats now.
By these standards, I’m so far from meeting “the one” that I may be actively regressing in romantic life.
But that brings me to another, important question: Does “the one” really exist? Is there really someone so perfectly matched out there in the world for everyone that we’re just wading through life, trying to find them?
Knowing my luck, my perfect match is actually in another country where English doesn’t even register on the radar of spoken languages.
This idea that there’s someone perfectly made for everyone brings in a whole other idea of ‘who decides the matches?’ which brings up the topic of religion and fate and deities, etc. Basically, ‘the one’ is a pretty damn loaded concept.
I don’t know if I believe in true love. I don’t know if I believe there is one person in the world who is perfect for me. So much of modern media conditions us to be searching for this ideal partner, this perfect companion, that we forget to work on ourselves and our own lives unless it coincides with meeting/dating/marrying this perfect other.
I just know that I want to be happy in my life. If that means marrying someone, maybe having kids, then let’s do it. But if it means having a career I’ve dreamed about and a house full of cats, I’m cool with that too. I just want to be happy.
Maybe ‘the one’ for me is really just the best version of myself. And really, that sounds like a match made in destiny if I’ve ever heard one.