A Sea Full of Fish

A short blog about the reality of dating in today’s world. A horror story. Lolz.


#fact

Yesterday I had an interesting conversation with one of my Russian students. Yes, I teach English on the side – I make little from it compared to my actual job, but it’s a nice side gig and I get to talk to people from another side of the world who don’t wanna get in my pants.

So anyway. Mercury Rx shot her in the face and her once happy relationship is now on the rocks. Sort of? I won’t get into it of course but I wanted to muse a bit on what we discussed.

So the gist is her boyfriend is the Soviet Union type of Russian guy who hasn’t been informed that it is 2024 and women’s role in society has been upgraded. We aren’t mere child bearers and food content creators responsible for putting nutrition in your belly (nothing wrong with those things) but heck, we can earn money too, be managers too, be intelligent too. He’s also not 84 but a young 30 year old man. ANYWAY.

Despite a few misgivings, she’s generally happy with him. Until fill in the blank with a few preposterous things he said to her. She went up in flames. Naturally.

if you don’t get this reference i am officially too old

That was last week. So yesterday I asked for an update. Did she kick him in the nads or are they back in the sack? Apparently neither as she had a realization and needed to make a wise decision. To cut the long story short, her dilemma was this:

Sure he has a prehistoric view of women and relationships… but…

  1. A new round of mobalization is gonna take place in Russia soon. Who knows how many more men will be available for romance in the next few years.
  2. He’s got a good job, money, and he recently got her an Apple watch.
  3. Tinder is no longer available thanks to the sanctions.
  4. Who are the other fish in the sea? Have you seen them? They’re horrid.

So. She decided to just make peace with her situation and the last thing on her mind is an unnecessary breakup. Especially with the quality of potential partners these days.


When I announced my engagement to my healing crew 10 years ago…WAIT…10 YEARS AGO??? I GOT ENGAGED 10 YEARS AGO????

(brit short circuits and will be back momentarily)

Ok I did the math and yes. I got engaged 10 years ago. Holy fucking mother of Christ, time flies. Anyway back to my story. When I announced my engagement to my healing crew 10 years ago, two reactions were notable:

  1. My husband from a different lifetime (no romantic sheenanigans in this current life) wasn’t pleased and tried to warn me that I was making a mistake.
  2. My healing teacher (who I love and treasure to this day) congratulated me and kept quiet. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she had so much to say, but she held back.

My husband from another lifetime cared about me and didn’t want my life to go to shit. My teacher on the other hand knew nothing she could say would deter me as I was a grown woman with some functioning brain cells left and I was going to make the choices I was going to make.

I love and appreciate both their reactions and am glad they did what they did. At the end of the day, I blame no one (including myself) for legalizing a contract between me and a man that ended up being an important lesson in life. Plus, divorcee adds to my street cred.

So as I listened to my student tell me her reasons for deciding to stay quiet and not rock the boat further, I too knew she was paying me as her English teacher and not as a healer to unwrap her life decisions. So we laughed at her predicament, making light of the crap men sometimes say, and we left it at that. She too is a grown woman and she too will go through her lessons.

As we all should.


I did say this will be a short blog. I am still recovering from the madness that was the Total Solar Eclipse in Aries and have been lightheaded for an entire week – unable to function and having strange lucid dreams and nightmares.

But all I can say is that I am happy to be at the place where I am at now: not fearful of being alone, not settling just to be with someone. I am fully aware that not everyone is in my shoes, and I consider myself blessed.

Also, who knows? What if my student is right? What if this works out for her? Surprises give me joy, so let’s see what the future holds.

not from the ussr,
brittanica

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