I’m not sure who first came up with the concept of being selected versus being selective when it comes to relationships, but my co-author (and former roommate), Natasha Burton, brought it to my attention a few years ago when I was going through I very rough patch in my dating career. Talk about an ah-ha moment of clarity. Seemingly simple, to me, the concept was profound.
Far from being selective, I have, for the most part, been selected by every boyfriend I’ve ever had (with the exception of my current beau). I became their girlfriend because they chose me. Sure, after a month or so of sleeping together, I’d fall madly in love––only to snap out of it around the fourth or fifth month and wake up to the in-your-face realization that I hardly even liked the person I was calling my boyfriend. How did I continuously wind up in relationships with men who were completely undeserving of everything I had to offer? Easy, I wasn’t being selective from the get go.
Selected (adjective): chosen in preference to another or others.
Selective (adjective): having the function or power of selecting; making a selection.
Power. Having the power to make a choice. In hindsight, I was giving my power away. I’ll never forget sitting in my therapist’s chair, post break-up with this terrible guy (I mean terrible), asking the question, “How did I end up here, again?” I felt stupid, which I knew I wasn’t. I felt embarrassed that, at 25, I still wasn’t capable of making healthy romantic decisions. But most off all, I felt angry. I felt gypped. Again, I had made the wrong decision in a boyfriend… except I couldn’t recall deciding at all.
That’s when my therapist brought something to my attention: Where was I when the relationship started? What sort of space was I in? These things I had never considered.
When I had met one particular boyfriend, I was incredibly insecure. My longtime best friend and travel buddy had just got engaged and I was lonely. I didn’t want to be living where I was, and I had no idea what sort of career path I wanted to follow. You might say I was desperate, though I didn’t recognize it at the time. Instead of truly considering if he was the right person for me, I was just happy to be in a relationship. He liked me, and that was enough. Sad, I know.
Luckily, I don’t stay in unhealthy relationships for extended periods of time, but that doesn’t help me when it comes to choosing what would be a healthy relationship. What helps, is learning to be selective. To take things a bit slower, and assess whether or not the guy is the best choice for me along the way. In a sense, to pay attention to the red flags before I throw all of my chips in.
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