My dating life is as inconsistent as the reviews on your favourite shopping site. One moment it’s as if I’m in the desert without a signal. The only messages I’d receive are these “25% off – seasonal discount” texts. Some time later, I’d have to charge my phone 6.9 times a day to keep up with the steamy flirtations. In those moments I wonder if I should hire a personal assistant to keep my sanity. This date happened in such kind of period. Then Ramadan started…
I decided to participate in Ramadan which included for me, among other things, a dating detox. No texting, no dates, no swiping. Nothing haram basically. I informed all involved parties and said “ciao bella, cya next month“. I feel I managed it quite well. I wasn’t really tempted to sneak in a message or any other forbidden action. Unsurprisingly actually, as you all know I’m a good, halal boy. At the time of writing, Ramadan will end tomorrow. I’m curious how everything will play out. Will we pick up where we left off? Did she get pregnant in the meantime? Did I subconsciously process stuff for the last 30 days and will I start vomiting when I interact again with a particular girl? So many pertinent questions to answer!
I earlier wrote on an insightful blog on dating and relationships that it happened before that either the girl or myself went on holidays after a date. We left each other on good, sometimes even outstanding terms. I don’t remember if we were in touch very frequently during our separation but things were definitely different when we returned. It remains a mystery where it went south. I’m a firm believer in giving each other space. Mental space, physical space, space for imagination and desire. I’m also aware that in order to make it work, you have to be present, be there, be part of her reality. Out of sight, out of mind… Especially when you haven’t build a true, deep connection yet.
You could debate if this test of time is relevant or not. Disney lovers think life is some sort of fairy tale where things are meant to be and true love prevails no matter what. Hardcore cynics find it messes with people’s mind and heart. My opinion is that it’s inconsistent as the survival rate of vegetables in my fridge. Only time (and hopefully not the acidy taste in my mouth) can tell…
I know you’re all dying to know how the kayaking went. Well, we peddled and talked non-stop but the wind and current kept us in almost the same area.
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