The day after my friend’s wedding, she found herself on the floor of her bedroom going through a box of her old things.
That’s when she found it.
Sitting at the very bottom, folded tightly enough to suggest she was embarrassed by its contents, was a piece of paper torn out of a notebook.
Written on it was a list of all the things she wanted in a future partner. Specific things.
It included values, characteristics and interests, and ranked what was most important to least.
Once she had done that, she later told me, she realised how different this person – the one imagined on an A4 piece of paper – was to the people she was actually dating.
As New Age and frankly corny as her list sounded, I did wonder how anyone is meant to hit a target if they have no idea what that target looks like.
The question about love, however, is whether or not we can consider it a ‘target’ at all. Romantic relationships are so much about chance. I remember once recounting a series of awful dating experiences to a psychologist, and telling her that the common denominator was me. What was I doing wrong? How could I fix it?
She responded simply: “What if it’s got nothing to do with you at all? What if it’s just a string of bad luck?”
And she had a point.
If you’re single and you don’t want to be then you’ve probably just had a bit of bad luck. And aside from showing up to a date every now and then and showering regularly, there might not be a whole lot you can do.