I can be very superstitious. Especially about dating. There are certain things that, if I do them, seem to doom the relationship. I know it sounds silly, but it’s uncannily consistent, and I suspect I’m not the only one to whom these things happen.
I’ve written before of the diabolical effects that food has on my relationships — if I provide a man a meal, either by cooking it myself or dropping large coin on the dinner tab, the night will inevitably end with me in tears. I used to think that perhaps it was my less-than-fabulous culinary skills, but I’ve since realized that it extends to the best chefs in Boulder, so apparently it’s not my cooking. And before you go thinking that it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, let me assure you that several times I have forgotten this particular jinx, found myself crying at the end of the evening, and had to back-track to figure out what went wrong. “Ah! You stupid idiot! You bought him oysters again! Duh!”
Perhaps the most annoying jinx — due to the sheer inconvenience of it — is that I cannot put a man I am romantically interested in into my list of favorites in my phone. I have no idea why the fates insist that I dial his number every single time, but there you have it. If I favorite his number, the relationship will most definitely fall apart with a day or two. Guaranteed. Don’t believe me? I offer as exhibit A the time I favorited the guy I’d been dating for months, only to have him take off the next day for a weekend getaway with a stripper. And, no, I’m not kidding. Exhibit B: the guy who surprised me with the unexpected declaration that he loved me and wanted to have babies with me and live happily ever after? The next day I put his number on my favorites list and didn’t hear from him again for a year. Seriously.
I have put James’ number on my favorites list twice; and we have broken up — twice. You do the math. I almost put James’ number on my favorites list last week and then thought the better of it…. which certainly explains the recent near-miss we had.
But the one jinx that I really hate the most is the jinx on acknowledging my own happiness in a relationship. I don’t know why, but as soon as I begin to think that a relationship truly has legs and might not crumble at the slightest difficulty, as soon as I really trust that it’s real, that’s when it disappears. Poof! Gone. And so I am guarded. Afraid to really embrace my own contentment and joy. My good friends know this and mostly shrug it off. “How are things going with James?” they say. “Pretty good, I guess,” I say. “Oh my gosh!” they laugh, “Will you just enjoy it, already?!” Uh huh. They don’t have the jinx….
The jinx holds me back. I have been hesitant to write too much about James… fearful that the moment I wax poetic about how he makes me laugh or how I love kissing him or how safe I feel in his arms…. Poof! Gone. But I am all too aware of my jinx and how quickly this might disappear. So I will continue dialing his number and trying to avoid buying him food and exercising only cautious optimism around our relationship. Because I really, really don’t want this one to disappear.
Oh, and by the way, this is the second time I have had to write this particular post. The first time? I hit “Save Draft” and my computer crashed immediately. Coincidence? I think not…..
One response to “jinx”
Fight back! Put EVERY guy on your Favorites list, as soon as you have anything to do with them. The “jinx gods” will get confused and you’ll be hitched in no time. 🙂