For a minute there, I thought I was Oprah.
It happens with every life stage. Anyone who has experienced something you haven’t becomes an expert.
And the other day, I realised I had written “relationship expert” on my friendship job description. Even though I promised I would never do it.
Pre-relationship/marriage me was constantly grilled on my dating (or lack there of). What are you doing to meet a man? Ahh… going out with my female friends? This was not the right answer. I got a list of all the ways I should expose myself to meeting a suitable man. My favourite was to join a co-ed soccer team. I don’t even like soccer.
Okay, fine, now when a man talks to you, what do you say? Ahhh…”hello”?
You get the picture. For many, many, many years I was schooled on finding a relationship. Let’s just say I am thankful my now-husband proposed after dating for 12 months because then I was at least saved from how to “tie him down and get him to commit” lectures.
But now, as a married lady, I find myself doing the same thing.
But not only to my single friends.
Also to my in-a-relationship friends.
To my single friends:
Sorry for telling you that you need to get out more to meet a man.
Sorry for telling you that all-female netball on Saturday mornings has no potential.
Sorry for telling you that RSVP, Tinder, every other dating app is a great way to meet men (when I know full well that I would really struggle with ever put myself on any of those apps if I was single).
Sorry for encouraging you to give the guy who said the creepy thing another go.
Sorry for telling you that the guy who hasn't called you for 3 days needs to be ditched.