Monday, October 12, 2015

Dating in Hong Kong

I broke up with my last boyfriend in May. That sounds pretty straightforward. In a way, I suppose it is. We were together in April and apart in May. But it is worth something that we were together for a very long time. It means something to me, at least.

As soon as you are single, people start asking when you are going to get back on the horse. In May, I did not want to be anywhere near any horses. I did not even want to walk past the stable. I could picture myself adopting a few cats and trying on wool sweaters. I still don't see anything wrong with that.

But sooner or later, you are bound to jump back in that ocean. The waves might be too high and you have a pretty good idea of just how polluted the water is, but just like after eating a bad batch of Thai food, you are going to go back for more sooner or later. No matter how sick it made you the last time.

My problem is that I don't know how to date. I met my last boyfriend in high school. It was a lot easier in high school. We told ourselves it was the hardest thing in the world and that life was so difficult, but all of that drama was self-imposed. High school was easy. You saw your friends every day. You were surrounded by a relatively small group of people, usually people you had known for years. Finding someone to date was as easy as showing up.

The adult world works a little differently. The only group of people I see on a regular basis are at work, and I'm not about to date a coworker. A lower than average percentage of the men where I work are heterosexual. I would not want to date at work even if they were all interested and available. I like keeping my private life out of the workplace. Everyone already knows everyone else's business in high school, but there is no reason that has to be true at work.

1 comment:

No hate, please. There's enough of that in the world already.