I know, I know, I’ve posted a lot about dating lately. After this post (sorry!), I’ll try to leave the topic alone for at least a few months. And yet I already know that there’s virtually no way that’s going to happen. ~sigh~ So indulge me.
Two and a half years ago, Elder Oaks gave a classic talk on dating at a CES fireside. This past Sunday, he spoke again, and the first half of his remarks revolved around the same thing — either quoting from the 2005 talk or describing responses to it. And so I’ve been thinking about it. (This shouldn’t come as a surprise for anyone who knows me. :P)
It seems like there are two perspectives on the matter, both butting heads, and I haven’t quite figured out yet how they can peacefully coexist. On the one hand, we have the divine prerogative to multiply and replenish the earth, to form families, all that stuff. “It’s marriage time,” Elder Oaks said. “That is what the Lord intends for His young adult sons and daughters.”
Now, I believe that completely. Marriage is one of the things I want most. While I am happy now, in this season of singleness or whatever you want to call it, I still yearn for the companionship that comes with marriage, for the domestic joys blossoming out of a newly grown family. There’s no lack of desire here, folks.
And apparently that’s the problem. Eagerness for courtship and marriage is like a chemistry-killing plague. The game flatly bans honesty and open-speaking where attraction is concerned — instead, at least in the opening moves, you have to be utterly tangential, beside the point, around the corner. I’m not very good at that. I don’t like to consider myself desperate, but my thirst for marriage probably comes across that way, and maybe there’s no difference. When a possibility comes up, I grab for it, so excited to finally have a solid lead that I lose it before it has a chance to grow. It’s called freak-outage.
I’ve come to see one of the reasons why this happens, though: men and women move at different speeds when it comes to relationships. Not always, mind you, but for the most part the girl will want to take things far slower than the guy will. Is that a bad thing? No, but it can be frustrating for both sides. And you can’t really talk about it, at least not at first — talking about the relationship is like opening the oven when the bread’s rising.
Contrary to tradition, I’m not talking about any one girl in particular this time, nor any one experience — I’ve just noticed this along the way, and I’ve seen it happening with several of my friends (of both genders) as well.
For a hopeless romantic like me, it’s devilishly hard. The one thing I want more than anything else in the whole world is precisely the one thing which I can’t have unless I banish it from my mind. And thus far that’s proving nigh impossible. I’m supposed to be dating in order to get married, but most of the time I have no idea if I’m even getting any nearer. You can’t quantify progress toward marriage, at least not when you’re not in a relationship. The number of dates you go on does not have any direct correlation to how close to marriage you are, I’m afraid. So far the only real kind of progress I’ve been able to sense is internal — changes within that make me more prepared to be a husband and father. But those will be going on for the rest of eternity, so I hardly think they count, with the result that it’s impossible to tell when I’ll have learned enough that I can get married. Am I halfway there? In the eleventh hour? Or do I still have decades of learning left? I don’t think it even works that way. Truth be told, when it comes to dating, I have absolutely no idea what in the heck I’m doing.
That sounds like a faithless perspective, huh. I do believe I’ll get married…someday. But I don’t know how on earth I’m actually going to get to that point — it seems like every path I take leads to train wrecks or barred doors or, more often, it loops right back to where it started. It’s going to take a miracle. So yes, I guess I do have faith after all — faith that I can’t do this alone and that I’m going to need some serious heavenly help.
This is one of those posts that I’m going to regret writing, if only because it exposes me for the romantic wreck that I am. And the comments will come flying in, pointing out exactly what’s wrong with me and why I’m not married yet. Not to mention the unspoken thoughts lingering behind in people’s minds. But what the heck. Bring it on. :P (Just kidding!)
To lighten the mood (though I’m not really as distraught as you might think from this post :)), here are the Non Sequitur comics from two days ago and today, which I found quite funny:

And yes, I wrote this post to avoid finishing the last 800 words for the novel today. :) If only I could have worked it into the book somehow…but there’s no romance in it, at least not at this point. Oh well. I’m at 13,000 words now, by the way.
(I guess the other reason I wrote it is because this post will generate comments. These ones always do.)

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