I know I'm naive.Sometimes it's a blessing of innocence, and sometimes it's a curse of ignorance.
Lately, I've been thinking that perhaps I've been particularly naive when it comes to dating. In high school and throughout college, I absolutely would not date guys who smoked pot, got drunk every weekend, or were promiscuous. I drew the line, and it was a thick one.
Fast forward a few years, and here I am: ironically single.
Also ironic is the fact that I've seen those same men grow into wonderful husbands and loving fathers. They have a salary and a mortgage, a full tool box, and willingness to do domestic chores like fix things or mow the lawn.
They are decent, loyal, trustworthy, and responsible men.
So what happened to all the drug use and the rampant sex? Did those things just evaporate into thin air, leaving no residual muck behind? How did their wives know to invest in these men? Did they see a shiny penny underneath that rebellious exterior that I did not? How the hell was I supposed to know that their behavior would not continue?
Perhaps, at this very moment, I am being naive yet again. Perhaps it is that I am peering over the fence where the metaphorical grass is greener than that which is beneath my well-trodden, ever-searching feet. And maybe these marriages are peppered with the desire to resume the ways of old, which maybe they sometimes do, and then perhaps it messes everything up for a little while -- but I just never hear of it.
Did I miss the boat on marriage because my standards were too high? I'm terrified that I did, but I'm still too naive to know.
