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And Things Keep Changing

And Things Keep Changing just a story  945265 53207685 199x300I spent the better part of my weekend at a .  A big, over-the-top, with hundreds of people who travelled from far and wide.

It was nice.  And overwhelming.  And yeah (to state the obvious), I was one of only a half dozen people over the age of 30 who weren’t either married or divorced.  Less than half a dozen, actually.

Which is pretty much the norm for these things, and I’ve gotten used to it.

I could probably tell wedding-related stories for the next 2 weeks. There was just so much going on.  But I won’t.  Probably.

Here’s a little one:  I was sitting and chatting with my dad and some of his old friends. From the neighborhood, they always say. Which is what I do at these things.  Hang with the old folks.  It seems a better fit for me than trying to find common ground with the people my own age (who are ALL married with children and living in the ‘burbs).

Anyway, his friends were going on (and on) about their kids and grandkids. And I started to feel bad for my dad. He doesn’t have grandkids and that’s unlikely to . It’s a sore topic for us, because I feel like I’ve let him down. Failed.  I was thinking of getting up and hiding in the ladies room, but then they switched gears and started to talk about how much “better” things were now. For ‘this’ generation. And after listening to them talk about it for a while, I’d have to agree with them.

The bride and groom were both raised in fairly religious households, but of different faiths. Yet no one really made that much of a fuss about them getting together (at least not publicly).  They had a lovely civil ceremony and the families have been pretty damn harmonious from early on.  Whereas 30 yrs ago… So not the case.

And I just wouldn’t have had the freedom to do any of the things I’ve done in the past decade – change careers a few times, walk away from destructive even if it meant maybe staying single forever.

Sometimes I get annoyed at the pace of change.  I want everything to be the way I want it.  Today.  Right now. But listening to my dad’s friends talk I realized just how lucky I am (everyone I know is). Things have changed a lot.  For the better.


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  1. Sandyvs says:

    Things have changed a lot. For the better.

    Agreed. I feel as though I was born at the perfect, right time. Was a child of the 70′s. We had sex, drugs and rock’n'roll and it was ‘cool’ to do those things. It was the beginning of the changing thought process for relationships. Then came pagers and then c-phones and internet, and chatting, and internet dating…..for me, it just keeps getting better. I am embracing and loving it all!

  2. LadyD says:

    Amen to that! As a fellow Gen-X’er, I’m happy to have experienced all that I have: the tail end of the 70′s, falling in love with videos and MTV in the 80s, living in Seattle during the height of Grunge (Kurt, we miss ya), and being able to bridge the gap between the Boomers and Gen-Y/Milennials. As the comic David Brenner once said: “With the way kids these days are dating interracially, in 30 years, everyone will be BEIGE!” Works for me! Here’s to the death of stupid stereotypes, once and for ALL! *clink!*