“I’m definitely team Bond”

Saint Patrick’s Day has always been one of my many Americans favorite holidays, a day where drinking at 10 in the morning is seen as the norm and guzzling down pints of beer that has the consistency of oil is regarded as healthy.
After a year of dating, Bond was put up to the ultimate test. He was going to meet all my girls. We figured the best way to do this was over thick beer and pub food. As we made our way to the tavern, I saw Bond waiting for us outside. Though he looked cool and collected on the outside, I knew he was nervous. Inside I found three of his friends downing pints of Guiness like it were water and I realized that I was nervous too.

Having a close bond with my girlfriends, we have come to believe that not every man in our lives has the privilege to hang out with all of us. There is a sense of pride when it comes to bringing a man into our circle. I had been hiding him for too long because I had the fear that my friends would find something wrong with him and discourage me from seeing him. I couldn’t help but wonder why we care so much as to what others will think about our significant others. Most of the time we tend to date people for whatever reason to try to prove something whether it’s to family, friends, or peers.

For the longest time I had kept Bond hidden deep in West LA. Though I was crazy about him and the idea of dating other men seemed crazier, it was hard for me to accept the fact that he is right for me. My insecurities about being less successful and younger would get the best of me. But when you think about it when are we not insecure? There is always something that tries to hold us back from what we can actually achieve or have.

After a couple of beers and chili cheese fries, one of the girls turned to me and said, “I’m definitely team Bond.” Here I was trying to hide this man from the life that I had this past year when all along he fit right into it. Why is it when we find something great that we tend to hide it from other people? When did something good become something bad? Why did I care so much as to what other people thought? The questions about what was right and wrong lead me to discover that Bond was not the issue, it was I. I was the one who had to let go of the past and accept my future.

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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 18, 2009