My Ex-Boyfriend #6 taught me:
Artistic talent is NOT the same as emotional intelligence.
How many times did I manage to miss this one?
Musicians, photographers, artists of all kinds–they’re no wiser, or emotionally together than anyone else. Even though they can belt out a gorgeous tune, or create a pretty picture, they can still be petty, insecure, and just plain retarded in relationships.
Some talents just don’t translate.
My Ex-Boyfriend #5 taught me:
To peek outside my little world.
We met traveling. We were from different scenes, with different interests, and completely different lifestyles. To me, he was exotic. To him, I was the exotic one.
Thank you Ex-Boyfriend #5, for reminding me that although the world is big, human connections makes it feel cozy and small.
My Ex-Boyfriend #3 taught me:
I think my career is important. And I want the man I’m dating to think so too.
I rarely talked about my job with any of my boyfriends, until ex-boyfriend #3. And when I did, I was thrilled to find out that not only did he listen, but engaged me in long, creative, thought-provoking conversations about my big career plans. It felt great to have professional goals, and even better to share those goals with the person I was dating!
My Ex-Boyfriend #2 taught me:
I’m not fragile.
I am stronger than I think. I can take full responsibility for my actions and my emotions. I can trust myself to know when the relationship feels good and nourishing. And recognize when it starts to zap my energy. I’m not afraid to leave, but I’m also not afraid to enjoy it while it lasts!
Gotta Go! http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1202718
My Ex-Boyfriend #1 taught me:
It’s OK to get up and leave.
It’s OK to leave quickly, abruptly, and dramatically. Even on the third date, on Saturday night at 1:00am while sitting on the couch, watching the credits roll on a foreign film. Even when you’d been saying “yes” every step of the way, it’s OK to change your mind. And say NO.
It’s OK. Because when the voice inside your head says “Gotta Go,” you gotta go. No questions asked. No excuses necessary.