Stage 3 Clinger

Welcome to my life. It’s a peek into what dating looks like at 43, with two kiddos, a mortgage and a career. If you find yourself in similar circumstances, take heart. We’re in this together.

“Stage 3 clinger” has become a new favorite.  We’ve all dated them, right? The guy who’s super into us right away., ready to jump into commitment. He hangs on our every word, texts several times a day, waits patiently by the phone until we call. And when we don’t respond he laments on our voicemail “I hope you are okay, I thought I’d hear from you by now.” We’ve watched in disbelief as the bachelor is dismissed without a rose on the first night, crying out “but I thought we had a connection, those five minutes were so magical.” You know that guy because you just ended it over the phone 15 minutes ago.

And, we’ve all been the girl on the other side. At our first encounter, we’re flying on a magic carpet ride only to find out later he was just meh :/ about the whole evening. You wonder later “were we even on the same date? And what was with that hug at the end of the night? Was it really necessary to stroke my hair so tenderly if he didn’t have ‘romantic feelings’ for me? We are the ones waiting patiently by the phone until we can no longer stand the tension. Once word finally comes down, “I’m just not that into you” we are the ones crying in the back of the limo “but it was just so magical”.

Yes, it hurts. Yes, it stinks because I know you. You fast forwarded in your mind to going on a hike this weekend, then to your wedding day and how cute he’ll be with your kiddos at their graduation. Ladies, here’s my encouragement to you, cry your tears. Scream out in anger, “but I just feel so STUPID”, eat your giant smashburger and fries. Call your bestie for a friendly voice. Then, GO.TO.BED!! I mean it. When you wake in the morning, please do yourself a favor and laugh! Let me tell you why we can laugh. The problem lies in perceptions. The perception of “being clingy” all lies in the eyes of the clingee. The clingee determines if we are clingers. We are only Stage 3 Clingers if they aren’t really that into us. There’s no way for us to tell, until he finally fesses up. You see, it’s completely out of our control the label we’ll be given. We’ll either be “Ya! She’s into me!! or “Man, she’s a clinger”.

Dating is just plain crazy. What a conundrum we are all in, wading through the jungle of attraction, feelings, emotions, mis-perceptions, misconceptions and just plain being human. We’re in this together, you and I. We are going to laugh and maybe cry just a little, together.

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2 thoughts on “Stage 3 Clinger

  1. Hi Llemery,

    I have come to accept there may be many misfires before I meet the love of my life. I also accept the possibility I may not meet her and that’s okay too. I know it’s a cliche but love often happens when least expected.

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