Editor’s Note: This post is brought to you by Allie Dell, a Texas-based writer and marketing manager sifting her way through a perennial quarter-life crisis. An eternal romantic optimist, she is still determining if this quality serves her well. Hobbies include challenging her body’s caffeine intake limits and lounging in hammocks that don’t belong to her.
“So, is he ‘The One’?”
If I had a dollar for each time I’ve rolled my eyes at this question, I’d be rich. Well, maybe not rich, but at least capable of affording a legitimate gym membership.
Up until recently, I was rolling my eyes because whichever Dude du Jour I was seeing at the time was nowhere near the potential-long-term-relationship spectrum. Now that I’ve met someone who actually warrants the “boyfriend” moniker, the question seems much more daunting.
As soon as someone – usually, someone who has little-to-no-business digging into the crux of my personal life – casually drops this little question bomb into our conversation, I feel the internal panic seeping in.
“I mean… I don’t know if he’s The One, but we’re having a lot of fun together,” I respond. After all, isn’t that enough? But it never is, not for these people. They want concrete answers, like your love life is the subject of their weird science experiment or that you have access to some relationship crystal ball. Instantly, my mind starts to run...What if he’s NOT The One? What if I’m wasting my time? Should I break it off now to avoid learning he’s not The One too late?
