As you live and learn, you inevitably realize that sometimes you hold ideas that, once tested by actual experience, don’t work out. I’ve had my share of those moments, and I need to set the record straight about one of my ideas.
Some of you may remember my Valentines Day tirade against the words girlfriend and boyfriend. Well, something happened in my life that made it necessary to rethink my conclusions: I actually began a relationship.
When I wrote the post, it was all conjecture. I had no relationship to base my conclusions on, only my imaginings about how I thought such a relationship would be. Now, however, I have real experiences to help me draw conclusions. And as I’ve been walking the path of this exciting adventure with my lady fair, I’ve realized that calling her my girlfriend is unfortunately somewhat necessary.
Although I still dislike the word, I’ve realized that when I introduce her to my family and friends, I need to explain who she is in terms everyone will understand. I can’t think of a better word that will be understood, so that’s the one I need to use to be clear.
I comfort myself with the knowledge that she and I know what I mean. As long as we’re clear on my meaning, I’ve come to have less of an issue with using a term that’s not completely perfect.