F**ck nonchalant

When did dating become a chore? Something to check off the list? Something that we all went into excited, only to find ourselves dreading - I mean dreading - opening the dating apps on another Sunday only to find the same selection of unfulfilling potential suitors?

When asked “what are you looking for,” we’re required to tie it all up with a neat little bow into a statement that shows just enough interest to let your date know that you’re serious (like, “really, I can’t do this for another 3 years” serious), but not so much interest that they think you’re looking to get married tomorrow (cue: how to lose a guy in 10 seconds).

“I’m looking for something serious but I’m in no rush.”

“I’m looking for a partner in crime.”

“I love my life right now and I’m looking for someone to add to it.”

All 3 are the truth. The problem is that they’re some weird, muted, corporate jargon of the truth.

Fuck being nonchalant. I want chalant. I’m going to say what we’re all thinking and no one’s brave enough to say: I want love.

I want a big love. I want a dance in the kitchen kind of love. I want the heart beating out of your chest kind of love. I want the “I can’t stop thinking about you” kind of love. I want a “you’re the best part of my day” kind of love. I want a love so unshakeable that I never have to dissect another text message again kind of love. I want a “I know you had a busy day so I cooked us dinner” kind of love. I want a “you’re the first person I called” kind of love. I want the biggest belly laugh you’ve ever had kind of love. I want the kind of love you tell your kids about. The kind of love they tell their kids about.

Fuck nonchalant.

I want real.