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Wednesday, 29 February 2012

The Five Love Languages, Or Why I Need You to Tell Me How Brilliant I Am


Quality Time ♥ Words of Affirmation
Gifts ♥ Acts of Service ♥ Physical Touch

Many many moons ago, I briefly mentioned The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate by Gary Chapman. My college roommate and bestie for life, Rose,* first introduced me to this book our junior year. She and her then boyfriend (now fiancé!) had made an agreement for Valentine's Day. Rose would pick out a relationship book that she thought Landon* would like, and he would pick out a pornographic film he thought she would enjoy.

Confession: Whenever my friends ask me for relationship advice (which is bizarrely often, considering I'm only six months into my first relationship), I usually think to myself WWRaLD or “What would Rose and Landon do?” They are one of the most mature, most thoughtful, most respectful couples I've ever met. I'm so honored to be a bridesmaid in their wedding next year!

Being the readers that we are, of course Rose and I had to read the introductory chapter first before she could wrap her gift. Then we each took the quiz, and we each read the chapter on our own love language. (My primary love language is fairly obvious—Words of Affirmation. Rose's is Gifts.) Until this week, though, that was as much as I had experienced from the book.

Just that little bit, though, completely changed how I viewed my relationships with my friends and family. Rose and I had been inseparable since spring semester our freshman year. Junior year was our first time living together, and we got along perfectly as roommates. But after discovering our primary love languages, we became even closer. Suddenly Rose was thanking me when it was my turn to clean the apartment, pointing out what a good job I had done. When I went grocery-shopping alone, I started adding her favorite candy to my cart to give to her later. We were expressing our love for each other in a whole new way.

My family hasn't taken the quiz, but I'm pretty sure their love languages are as follows. Mom, Physical Touch; Daddy, Quality Time; H, Physical Touch; J, Quality Time (possibly Physical Touch). I didn't need to change much in my behavior with Daddy and with J, but I did with Mom and H. They both want to be hugged about a million times a day, and that's only a slight exaggeration. I used to get impatient sometimes with their endless need for physical affection. But now I make more of an effort to initiate hugging them when I'm home, or resting my head on H's shoulder on the couch, or cuddling with Mom on the oversized chair.

Last week, I finally read the book in its entirety after discovering it on my bosses' bookshelf. I couldn't put it down. Although Chapman writes from a Christian perspective, he is not at all preachy, and the majority of his advice is mostly secular.

Chapman explains how the heady, dizzy, obsessive “in love” feeling doesn't last forever. On average, it lasts two years. During this time, people think of nothing but their significant other, who is, of course, flawless. But not everyone is dating a flawless woman (except my boyfriend—lucky gent), so eventually people realize their significant other is imperfect.

“Little by little, the illusion of intimacy evaporates, 
and the individual desires, emotions, thoughts, 
and behavior patterns exert themselves. 
They are two individuals.”

At this point, love is a commitment. It takes work. It takes a genuine effort to pursue real love.

“Our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love, but to 
be genuinely loved by another, to know a love that 
grows out of reason and choice, not instinct.”

Learning your significant other's love language is possibly the best way to accomplish this. The boyfriend is fairly adept in all the languages (yes, I'm a lucky lady), but I really wanted to know his primary one. Out of his love for me, he took the quiz included at the back of the book, which I had retaken when I finished reading it. The highest you can score in any category is 12. Our results were as follows (me, him):

Words of Affirmation: 11, 7. Quality Time: 7, 8. Gifts: 3, 2.
Acts of Service: 1, 3. Physical Touch: 8, 10.

I thought his primary love language would be Gifts (the darling boyfriend likes to pay for our outings, and he surprises me with little gifts, like my micro SD card and Girl Scout cookies), but at the same time, I wasn't surprised to discover it was Physical Touch. When we're together, we're holding hands almost nonstop. If we're not holding hands, his arm is around me, or I'm scratching his back, or I'm leaning my head against his chest, or he's running his fingers through my hair, or... You get the picture. :) We're just very very affectionate.

We agree we both need to retake the quiz once we're no longer doing long-distance. When you only have a few days together, every three weeks to three months, you can't keep your hands off each other.

I want to be proactive in our relationship, and I love that the boyfriend feels the same way. I haven't spent this many years single and picky to squander away my first real shot at my own fairy tale ending. Yes, we're very much still in the early, “in love” phase of our relationship, but by learning everything we can about each other, including our love languages, we can take one more step towards longevity.

*Once again, not their real names. Also, it's weird for me to create aliases for my brothers, so they're just H & J.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Regrets? I Have None.


Confession: Occasionally I doubt the decisions I've made. Occasionally I ask myself “what if?” Occasionally I look at my friends and wonder if they know something I don't.

Should I have attended such an expensive, private university? I'm leaning towards teaching high school rather than earning my Ph.D., so it's not as though I need the prestigious credentials.

What if I had gone to grad school straight after undergrad, instead of moving to France? I could be halfway towards my Ph.D. already, with my Master's in hand.

If everyone else is having sex, then why I do I continue to wait for marriage? No one would fault me or think I'm hypocritical. Waiting to be in love is still an accomplishment.

Occasionally these thoughts run through my head. But most of the time?

I'm totally confident in what I've done, who I am, and where I'm going.

I've watched my dreams come true, from joining a sorority to studying abroad in France, from working in France to interning at my sorority's headquarters.

I'm a fearless young woman in love for the first time, working for an amazing French family in a friendly suburb of a glamorous city, and gearing up to move to Canada with them.

I continue to follow my heart, as I've always done. My heart has led me outside of the South, which may always be home, but is no longer big enough to contain me.

Life doesn't always happen the way we plan it, and that can be a good thing. Yes, be ambitious, set goals, but when your heart's desire changes, don't be afraid to change your life along with it. 



My freshman year, I had my whole life planned out.
  • Make my debut sophomore year
  • Fall in love with a gentleman of Beta Omega Rho* sometime sophomore or junior year (he would be my first kiss, my first everything)
  • Study abroad in France junior year
  • Become president of Delta Nu* my junior/senior year
  • Get engaged my senior year
  • Juggle grad school first with wedding planning, then with being a newlywed
Yes, I was a little bit crazy, or at the very least, naïve, at 18.

My life is so much better than I had originally planned (although I was a debutante and of course I studied in Versailles for three months). Instead of making my everyday dreams come true, I made my wildest childhood dreams come true.
  • I've biked along the Seine
  • I've stayed at the family farm in Norway
  • I've sunbathed topless in Antibes and in Nice
  • I've heard the Vienna Boys Choir sing at Sunday mass
  • I've ridden on the back of a motorcycle in Marseille
  • I've kissed men (and women) from all over the world
  • I've celebrated New Year's Eve in Paris
  • I've witnessed the Christmas tree-lighting ceremony in Prague's Old Town Square
  • I've seen Wicked in both New York City and London
  • I have a tattoo on my foot, with three worldwide counterparts (my best friends currently live in Australia, South Korea, and Canada)
My heart's desires changed, and my mind changed along with it. I have the freedom to change, to grow as a woman, as a human being.

It doesn't make me a hypocrite.**

Clearly I changed my ideal of only kissing one man, only sharing intimacy with one man.

But I didn't abandon it completely.

I might no longer be saving everything sexual for my husband, but I'm still saving that one final act for him and him alone.

And if circumstances become different, I reserve the right to follow my heart again and change my mind on abstinence.

I've gone with my instincts in life. Sometimes I've made mistakes. Sometimes I've done some really stupid, really dangerous things.

I've laughed. I've cried. I've acknowledged my fears, and I've overcome them. I've loved. I've had my heart broken. I've found adventure. I've taken comfort in familiarity.

This was me, this is me, this will always be me.

But more than anything?

I live free of regrets.

*Fake name for one of my favorite fraternities.
**One of many reasons I would never judge someone for making a choice differently than I have done.