Successful dating—defined as anything better than an evening of Seinfeld reruns—required soul-searching and habit-breaking. I had to come clean with myself and admit the stakes were high. Time to discard the casual stance (I don't care what happens... I'm not nervous... I do this all the time) that was more armor than authentic feeling. I recognized the importance of seeking love and also that the chances of finding it were unbelievably slim. Such low probability was oddly comforting: I had the long shot's permission to run the race my way.
Like many women I know, I had always been more concerned with being liked than with liking. What would happen if I stopped arranging my behavior around attracting the other person? I changed the way I dressed for a date—still choosing clothes that looked good but not more revealing or frilly than I would normally wear. I tried not to fill the pauses in the conversation, thinking instead, This is uncomfortable—for both of us. I fully answered questions about my work (I write about community and race and identity and...thrift shopping!) and my interests (I garden and dabble in masonry and...thrift shop!), including those parts that I imagined might not appeal to my dinner partner.
I also reconsidered the way I looked at my dates. It's hard to see a person accurately when there's even a sliver of a chance that he might turn out to be the person with whom you share children and utility bills and a bed for years on end. What you want so often blocks what's actually there. And what's there on the table between you is two luggage racks full of baggage—a Samsonite sundae piled high with hopes, dreams, disappointments, losses, and long-held ways of understanding the world. We're all products of a particular time and place, family and religion, history and culture, coincidence and physical attributes. To listen with openness and say what you mean across that mass takes concentration and presence of mind. No time left to worry about whether you should have worn the Manolos.
"Thinking of us as colleagues and not adversaries helped me relax"
Even if nothing resulted between us—the usual scenario—we had shared a reasonable attempt to make a connection. Thinking of us as colleagues and not adversaries helped me relax, and I often enjoyed myself even when no sparks flew.
Just when I was getting the hang of being myself and disentangling nervousness from neurosis, I went on a date that ended my need to date...possibly forever. I didn't automatically write him off just because he got the time wrong and seemed a tad pessimistic and repeatedly pronounced Europe absolutely superior to the United States—in everything from transit systems to architecture and motorcycles. I was cautious but not condemning. I talked to him about my work (all of it) and my hobbies (all of them). He was interested in some, not in others. By the third date I knew which of my first impressions held up (the good ones) and which didn't (the not-good ones). Fate played a part: We were lucky in our timing and fortunate in having great chemistry. But we each made the choice to be ourselves—to be aggressively true to our own strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and disappointments, our clarity and our murk—and that has made the deepest impression of all.
Here's what I learned: In order for dating to work, stop trying to make it work. I don't mean to suggest that you'll suddenly be having the time of your life. I found dating—my three-year bout of it—difficult and challenging and sometimes heartrending. But I was determined to approach it with a gentleness toward myself and the other sorry sot across from me, and to breathe, breathe, breathe through it all. What a difference that has made.