There is a worrying trend that I have been
observing in our capital, a trend that is not rooted in fashion at all. Indeed
London is filled with a whole generation of people in their mid to late
twenties, highly educated, the tastemakers of today in fact and with that well
schooled in the latest joint to eat their bespoke burgers at, the best rooftop to
sip Negronis on whilst overlooking the city and the ‘as of yet not infiltrated
by Essex’ clubs to party the night away on a Friday night. They are highly
career driven, ambitious and satisfied only with the best in their lives.
However most of these people, on paper unarguably great potential boyfriends
and girlfriends, are single. Out of my
whole friendship group for example only one girl is in a happy long term relationship
with a considerably older man that perhaps was lucky enough to forgo this
generation’s problem. What has emerged instead and what I have also been unable
to escape is a continuous vicious dating cycle of going out at weekends,
drinking away our social anxieties and then getting with a generically well
presented boy or girl, ticking the boxes of our mentally asserted type (mine
tends to be bearded and with brown hair), sometimes resulting in subsequent
dates and sometimes not but ultimately not working out because of commitment issues, differing
expectations, clashing schedules or at times legitimate insanity of one or more
parties involved. At the end of this cycle almost always awaits an at least
temporary existentialist crisis, questioning ones chance of ever finding a
suitable partner and creating future scenarios of owning cats to fill the
emotional hole left behind or considering the scary move towards online dating.
Usually this phase is rather brief and filled with a mix of enthusiasm and
anxiety that will only ever eventually restart the same process all over again
until the next dating letdown, after all no one wants to be a failure or social
recluse these days. But how has it come to this? Clearly no one has stopped
looking for that one partner as the incredible rise of the aforementioned
online dating world has shown.
Of course there is the element of abundance
of choice, London offers the hedonistic lifestyle of little commitment and a
lot of fun. Everything is instant and doesn’t last long, a pop up mentality
that extends from weekend activities to friendships and relationships in
general. Why make something work when we seem to be on a constant look out for the
next upgrade. It is this very 21st century syndrome of trying to
find a perfect match that for me lies at the core of this generation single. It’s
no longer simply about looks and personality or god forbid simple chemistry,
no, its about obscure considerations such as university degree ( red
brick? Ex-Polytech?), future aims (what
area in London to eventually buy in and how many bedrooms), wage and dress
sense. In today’s world if we want to find a limited edition, exclusive and
sold out bag or dress we can find it on ebay, if we want to eat the best Italian
food in town we will, without batting an eyelash, wait 2 hours in a queue- to
cut it short we have gotten so used to getting exactly what we want when we
want it that we are willing to abandon anything and in this case particularly
human beings with their flaws and peculiarities that doesn’t fit this, prepared
to go on a seemingly never ending search
rather than making a slight compromise.
Even online dating goes on the assumption
of match making people together based on endless surveys and personality
classification rather than the things that ultimately make a long-term
relationship work. Indeed the great romances in history were not based on total
compatibility; they were based on compromise and a genuine connection that is
not forged through common interests on Linkdin. The opportunities that our
times have given us in terms of our working and medial life may be great but
some of the simplicity of days gone by when it comes to finding love may have
to be rediscovered if we don’t want to end up forcibly settling when middle age
panic sets in, having perhaps rejected that one a great love for retrospectively
minor reasons. Will I give up looking? Of course not but I will try and scale
back the high expectations and sense of competition that inevitably emerge with
living in London when it comes to meeting potential dates. As one of my
favourite German sayings goes ‘every saucepan has its lid’ and that lid may not
be the perfect fit but it is one that ultimately with sacrifice and a little
work on both sides can give a lot more satisfaction than dating someone that is
a carbon copy of ourselves and our ideals and may help us stop acting like
emotionally volatile teenagers even when way into our twenties and thirties.