Off The Market & In The Moment

Non-Traditional??? Here comes the Green-Eyed Monster

Ok, so disclaimer first. This is a serial monogamist writing who  has been in a total of three serious relationships that each lasted a span of six months (long to some people) to three years (really long to some other people).

All were traditional. Exclusive. No iff's, and's or other people's butt's in the picture (couldn't resist that little pun).

I don't judge people who have non-traditional anything in life, let alone relationships. BUT, I do know myself well enough to know that I have a jealous streak that's ten miles long and just as wide. So if you're within my perimeters and intimately so, it's not going to be pretty if a two-some becomes more than that. Don't blame me-I'm Irish!

I'm still figuring out myself as I continue on this Off the Market & In the Moment journey, but I do know myself well enough to realize that when it comes to relationships, I will be traveling the traditional course. And if a guy comes along who I love but who feels differently? Well, we'll just have to see.

Never say never, I say. But then again, don't say I didn't warn you Mr. Whoever You Are!

I'm Off the Market & In the Moment!

Day 289-Let's Go Courtin'

I am pretty psyched. And I don't think I've ever used that phrase in my life! But I'm feeling pretty high after discovering that Off the Market & In the Moment is coming up as the first result in Google (at least when you input "off market in moment").

It's the little things that make you happy. So thanks to everyone for their support!

Another little thing that is making me happy is that a wonderful friend of mine is being courted. That's right, guys. COURTED. It's only just the beginning, but I have to say I'm already enjoying living vicariously through her experiences which include not only standards such as dinner and drinks but show tickets. You know things are going well when a guy puts forth the dollars for a show he wouldn't be caught dead at without you. 

It's just refreshing to hear about a guy who knows how to take a girl out on the town.

In these days where dating equals drinks and bar-hopping, which I admit has its own pleasures and purpose, dinner is appreciated. In addition, flowers are encouraged. It doesn't matter if you put in an order for an expensive bouquet or stopped by for a perky set of daisies from the corner (which I happen to love), the gesture is appreciated and never done enough. I don't care if the girl you're lovin' on these days says she's not into flowers and frills and romance. Show up with some anyway. Preferably, bring them when they're unexpected (aka not when you're begging forgiveness).

Other than shows, dinner, and flowers, watching this courtship makes me think of days long gone, when men had to ask permission to call on you before dropping by to sit on the porch and chat while sipping on ice tea. Blame it on my Southern roots, but while I certainly appreciate feminism and all the subsequent rights such as the right to choose whom to marry, I am nevertheless allured to those simpler times. No one came "calling" if he didn't have good intentions.

And if he wasn't interested in a relationship, he didn't pretend to court either. Instead of sitting on some gal's porch for two weeks in hopes of "gettin' some," he could just head down to the local bar to buy a beer and other services. No need for confusion or hurt feelings.

But if he did show up on that porch with faulty intentions? Talk about being held accountable... by the barrel of a shotgun.

I'm now thinking, who needs flowers when you have armed backup? Now, THAT is one part of courtship I really miss.

I'm Off the Market & In the Moment!