Today when I got to the coworking space, there was only one twentysomething male (out of the half dozen that I usually encounter). A few minutes after exchanging pleasantries and settling into amiable working quiet, he blurted out, “So…I’m in a relationship as of last night…”

Unable to resist my recently acquired (by virtue of motherhood) status of nosy Chinese auntie, I encouraged him to debrief this statement a bit. (WHICH he later thanked me for, I’ll have you know!)


He said that neither he nor his new girlfriend had been eating or sleeping much since they met three weeks ago. Apparently they’ve been too busy rock-climbing at sunset and camping for a week and all the other things single millennial men like to do to woo women. He was also mildly freaking out because she’s a college junior and therefore several years and life stages younger than he. (I did not assuage his concern very well by telling him how I saw a photo of a previous poor dating decision and thought: “Ew, he’s like forty.” Whoops.) But hopefully, he thought, now that they were “official” there would be less pressure to pack so much into their schedule because there was some assurance of “next time.”


This conversation made me smile and remember the beginning of my relationship with Science Guy four years ago. I remember the ease with which we settled into an “official” relationship because he didn’t have any of the baggage I’d gotten used to with aforementioned poor dating decisions. I remember the can’t-get-enough-of-you excitement as we explored the new relationship. And I kind of miss that ease and excitement.

But I am thankful that we have since settled into regular routines of eating and sleeping (mostly) regularly. Most nights we are happy to watch Game of Thrones or Avatar: The Last Airbender. I am thankful for all the stages of our relationship, and all the growth we have still ahead of us. I am thankful for the excitement of novelty and the security of commitment. And I’m really damn thankful I didn’t try to marry anyone I dated junior year of college.