Over my thirty-plus years of dating, I’ve looked for love in grocery store aisles, coffee shops, dating apps, dimly lit bars, and direct messages. More than once, I’ve found it in the right person at the wrong time. A few times, I’ve found it in the wrong person at the right time.
Whenever I start feeling romantic, a familiar song pops into my head: “You Can’t Hurry Love” by The Supremes. It’s a bright, friendly reminder. “You can’t hurry love. You just have to wait.” Why, Mama, whyyyyy?!
Then I remember Phil Collins and his 80s cover. Same lyrics. And yet I still hurry love.
I hurry love when loneliness gets loud. I hurry love when chemistry feels electric. I hurry love when hope feels urgent. My rationale is simple: If I don’t grab it now, it will disappear. In the process, I’ve mistaken attention for connection and momentum for meaning more times than I can count.
Sometimes I’ve searched in the wrong places. Sometimes I’ve met the right person when I was the wrong version of myself. Either way, my impatience has sabotaged more love connections than I’d like to admit.
I’m still learning how to be more patient. With myself and others. I’m still learning to love without hurrying. I’m a total work-in-progress, y’all. How about you, boo?
Keep calm and love on!
Clint 🌈✌️
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FROM THE ARCHIVES
BORN THIS WAY ON THIS DAY
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MAN CRUSH OF THE DAY
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”
Dr. Seuss
I always wanted romance rather than sex. Many men wanted sex now and friendship later, never the other way around. My last relationship ended 39 years ago, when I was 40. We are still loving friends and so with his husband, too. I hoped for another relationship but I was prominently working in HIV/AIDS and no one would speak to me let alone get close in case everyone thought they were HIV+. I love my own company and I am a self-sufficient introvert.
I could pay for sex and cuddles here in Thailand but I don't. I don't feel lonely.
I fell 2 days ago on a sandy, gravelly surface which shifted beneath me. I faceplanted onto the drive to my village. MIldly concussed. Bruises and grazes to my hands, wrists, elbows, knees and forehead. Today I have 2 black eyes. Even without these blemishes, where has that handsome youth gone? I don't miss him. I love myself unconditionally and know that I am loved by many people. I am contented.
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤 Thanks Clint for the healing music 🖤🤎💜💙💚💛🧡❤️