Just Say "No"

Don't find love; let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love, because you don't force yourself to fall; you just fall. - Anonymous


Alright. So I've been percolating on The Jason Situation. I think the best way to go about this is to simply tell him I'm not interested. You know those long lists that girls make that have all the attributes that they would like their Mr. Right to have? Well, I've never made one of those. Never. I suppose part of it has to do with the fact that I absolutely loathe lists of any sort. But, I think most of it is the fact that I don't feel that I can put a personality into a list of traits. While I've never verbally or literarily voiced my thoughts on the matter, I usually know fairly quickly whether or not a guy and I could hit it off. I've known Jason long enough to know that we can't hit it off. Sometimes I can put these impressions into words, and sometimes I can't. My biggest problem, I think, is this: I want a husband like my dad.

Girls growing up tell their daddy that they will marry them when they grow up. A lot of girls, when they grow up, realize why marrying someone like their daddy is not a great idea. I won't ever suffer from that disillusionment. I might realize it's not attainable until you're twenty years into marriage, but I won't ever think that perhaps someone like my dad wouldn't make a good husband. What's so amazing about him? He and my mom are perfect partners. They both work hard. My mother has never had to ask my dad to take out the trash, or clean up the house, or mow the lawn, or anything. As a matter of fact, she frequently has to ask him to stop working, to take a break. Now, he's not a workaholic or anything, he just gets things done. My mom's the same way so they go perfect together. I won't go for a guy who has a propensity toward laziness, lack of motivation, or a strong inclination towards televised sports. It's not happening. Mostly, because I refuse to be the hen-pecking wife. I'd rather be single and pull my own weight, than be married and pull both of our weight.

Wow. Enough introspection. The point is, Jason's not the one for me. We just wouldn't be good for each other. So I think the best way to handle this is to just tell him I'm not interested in dating. The hard part will be explaining why. We've always had open communication, we're good friends, and I'll have a hard time coming up with an answer to that. It's never as easy as "just saying 'no'" is it?

We'll see how it goes. And I'll let you know.