It is a good idea to realise that most young people have three of four significant relationships before they find their life partner.
In fact, arguably, one should enter any romantic relationship with the expectation that it will run its course in one or two years, and you will both then be open to more prospective opportunities.
When you know you don’t have a reservation and you anticipate an hour at the bar before an exceptional meal, you adjust accordingly. Personally, I’ve always been a believer in “good things come to those who wait,” though I’m not one for passively biding my time as if the good things in life will simply appear out of thin air.
If anything, I consider queuing an experience; I recall four hours in line for Antiques Roadshow with an 18th century child’s chair and a 20th century child, then five, understandably impatient at my side. Still, the people watching was divine, and my little one and I tested all our mutual limits with storytelling.
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The comments here are directed at those who are mature enough to be engaging in relationships as responsible young adult individuals, and in a position to start thinking about the idea of committing to another person as a life partner in the relationship we call marriage.
Many in their early 20s, and most in their teens, will still be more comfortable in a peer group which routinely hangs out together, where any ongoing one to one relationship would tend to be either too serious or simply too distracting.
There are days it’s tolerable, days it’s pleasant, and days I despise it.
Then again, it demands a degree of — observing, engaging, and frequently enjoying.
So suggests an article in The Times, proposing that when we’re stuck in line, we should think of what we stand to gain. I doubt that’s the case when we’re queuing for food with a toddler in our arms and a squirmy sibling yanking on our sleeve.