My (new) biggest advice for girls who are starting to date is to date someone who likes to weekend the same way you do. When you get a big girl job, or you’re life-expected to work a full week and come home to lethargy and reality television, it’s best to date someone who wants to weekend. This can mean a lot of things. This means, for me, someone who will go to the museum with me and then be patient when I want to read, throughly, every single sign posted near an exhibition until the second floor where I will inevitably get tired and miss whole parts of the upper floor exhibitions. My boyfriend knows so well this habit that he takes me to the best parts first. Someone who will drive an hour away, and two hours early (whoops) for a drive-in movie. Someone who finds undiscovered gems on Google and then off-rhythm car dances with me to find said gem in the middle of a wooded state park.
And thus, the quarry.
Date someone who stops for a twenty inch float and the pharmacy that’s covered in hippie flowers, travels to the quarry, sunscreens up, then dives into said float which will later be used as a sombrero for the walk back. Date someone who panic flails when he jumps off the 25 ft cliff at the long edge of the [rec]circle of the quarry. Date someone who knows you’re scared of putting your feet low, but doesn’t pick on you for floating. There’s something about the silence when your ears are underwater, but you know the birds wings are rippling above you and they’re calling to one another about the prospects of a nest. Something deep below, in the place just out of where you can see the end of your toes, there might be a stitch of sound. Nothing that coats the silence though. I love this feeling. The sun is hard and true, but my eyes are closed and the clear green of the lake makes everything still, my ears muffed by fresh water.
And this is why you date a guy who weekends (like you do).
Because you could just as well date a guy who wants to cook seven full course meals on the weekends with you because you have a sweet tooth (that needs a salty addition). Or you could date a guy who wants to watch endless hours of NCIS with a small break for Bad Boys II when it’s on USA. (I have one of those, but that’s his weeknight digest attitude). Maybe someone who will peruse the bookstore shelves, take #bookface photos in the perfect position, pocket the book you squealed about and secretly check out while you get coffee. Even the guy who will eat Mexican food for four weekend meals, including breakfast (the Taco Bell breakfast burrito ain’t all bad).
Whatever it is you like to do on the weekend. Which is your free time. Your down time. Your time for yourself when you get to make choices that aren’t dependent on other people and other people’s schedules. Choose a boy that wants to weekend the same way. Make it a verb. Add the -ing.