As the holidays approach, I am still trying to get in to the spirit. I have my two little boys who provide me with some Christmas magic, but I also realize this is Christmas No. 5 that I am single and alone. Nobody to think of me, nobody to enjoy holiday activities with, nobody to cuddle with by the fire as the snow blankets the ground. Sounds depressing, but after five years, I’m used to it. I planned in advance this year, however. My best single girlfriends and I are all playing that “special someone” for each other and exchanging gifts.
But all this holiday stuff got me thinking about Santa and the joy of Christmas when I was a little girl – and what Christmas is for me today. The more I thought about it, I realized that single men are a lot like Santa in many ways. To all you single ladies out there who have been dating for a long time and learned anything about it, after reading this list, you will not be able to disagree.
Here is my top five list of ways single men are like Santa Claus (we’ll refer to Single Guy here as “Joe”):
They are only good for one day and then disappear. Do you even have enough fingers and toes to count the number of guys you have connected with who just suddenly disappear – for absolutely no reason? You had a great connection with Joe, everything seemed right. He kissed you, and even went so far as to start planning that second date. Joe made you have visions of sugar plums dancing in your head. Then, POOF. Joe just disappears! Another Houdini come and gone. Just as fast as Santa dropped his presents and left, Joe literally stops talking to you. But like Santa, Joe will come back. Usually sooner than Santa, perhaps in a couple of months. However, it is possible that Joe may come back in a year wielding that oh so familiar text, “Hey, how have you been? I’ve been thinking about you.”
You are not the only one on their list. Just like Santa has millions of little kids to make happy, Joe has several lists to fulfill himself. He doesn’t know where to begin he has so many to choose from. Even if Joe likes you, liking just YOU is not enough for him. He needs to explore a handful of options, and then another handful. Because despite telling you how wonderful you are in every way, YOU are STILL not good enough. I had a recent date with an amazing guy. It was there in every way. According to him, we had a “unique connection”, he felt “comfortable” with me, and even texted me from his subsequent dates to tell me they sucked and he should have went out with me instead.
While discussing the possibility of getting together for a second date, he disappeared (like Santa). So I texted him a few days later and asked if I had a disease or something, and he responded by sharing with me the others on his list (YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS UP).
They say “ho ho ho.” Santa has such a jolly “ho ho ho” – and Joe says it too. It just has a different meaning. I watch my male friends as they swipe through Tinder. With each swipe to the right, they say aloud, “I would sleep with her, I would sleep with her, I would sleep with her.” With every email and every swipe, Joe is not evaluating you as a potential girlfriend. Joe is thinking, “Ho, ho, ho. I’m horny.”
You have to keep making up reasons why they are real, and it gets harder and harder to give an answer. My boys are starting to ask me tough questions about Santa’s existence, and it’s slowly getting more difficult to make up reasons why he is real. I feel the same way about Joe. I’ve met more Joes in the last five years that have turned into NOTHING despite being led to believe otherwise (see number 2 above). My sons ask me questions such as, “Mama, how can Santa be at our school and the mall at the same time?” I ask myself questions like, “How did Joe go from making me believe we had a connection to texting me his ho, ho, ho list?” I keep making up reasons Santa – and Joe – are real, but frankly, I am running out of answers.
The magical fairy tale exists as a child, but then you grow up and find out he wasn’t real after all. As little girls, we dream of meeting a magical man, having a fairy tale wedding, and living happily ever after. Very much how we dreamed of Santa leaving us our favorite doll under the Christmas tree. But then you grow up and realize all the hopeful excitement and magical dreams were nothing more than lies to sell toys and cards and books and movies. Because just like Santa, a real Joe simply fails to exist.
So I asked Santa to bring me a Joe – oh wait! Forget it. Merry Christmas!