“But that’s just it, the butterflies never seem to accompany the right people. All the nice guys who are right for you, they never make your stomach go flip flop.” -Dawson’s Creek
Okay, I know I’m 23 years old and quoting Dawson’s Creek, but it doesn’t get more true than that. I’ve been on a couple dates in the past couple months, and while the guys were nice enough, they just didn’t do it for me. They did everything right. They were smart, friendly, seemed into me. But when I kissed them, I felt nothing. I was bored and I found myself wondering what I was missing on TV. I didn’t want to rip their clothes off, and the feelings going on in my stomach felt nothin’ like butterflies.
Example #1: Let’s call him Scott. He was totally into me, he was older, had a great job, made good money, cute enough, drove a big truck. He said all the right things. He made me laugh. He even called when he said he would. So how come when I kissed him, I felt nothing except for the desire to push him away?
Just because a guy is right on paper, doesn’t mean that you will have the right chemistry. Two people have to click. There has to be that inexplicable spark, no matter how wonderful the guy may seem.
When I couldn’t make myself like this guy, I turned to my sister, three years older than me, for advice. I asked her why I wasn’t feeling butterflies, why I wasn’t excited when he called.
“Maybe you’re too old for butterflies,” she told me.
Really? I don’t think anybody should ever be too old for butterflies. It’s the best part of a relationship, when everything is brand new and exciting, when you still won’t let him see you without makeup and your stomach flip flops when you see his name on your caller ID. My hope for the world is that 40-something divorcees still feel butterflies with their first new relationship after a 20 year marriage. If there’s no butterflies, what’s the point? I thought that was the point. I refuse to believe that butterflies are something we outgrow.
So in the meantime, while I’m waiting to find that pack of butterflies that seems to have flown far, far away, I will maintain hope. He’s out there somewhere, and he’s waiting to give me butterflies too. I will continue to date, learning more from each new man I meet what it is that will make me go weak in the knees. I’ll know it when I find it. Trust me.
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