I’ll admit it: I’m a total workaholic. I have a bunch of different jobs, love what I do and would always rather get stuff done than relax. Apparently this is a super attractive quality in a guy, but when a woman works 24/7, it’s considered weird and unnatural. So lame. I may dream of career success and achieving my dreams more than a white picket fence and walking down the aisle, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make time for love:
- I’m realistic. I totally get that all work and zero fun isn’t the greatest long-term goal, especially when it comes to falling for someone and building a life together. I’m realistic and know that when I meet someone great, I’m going to give up my working weekends and spend time with them. I’m okay with that and even look forward to it. I don’t think that being a workaholic means never compromising.
- My work is who I am. I’m a writer, editor and food blogger. I write about my life, my favorite TV shows, what’s going on in pop culture. My work is me and if a guy doesn’t like it, he’s not getting a second date.
- Work is my dealbreaker. Sure, dealbreakers are kind of controversial, but like most women, I’ve got a few. My number one dealbreaker? If a guy hates his job. Period. That’s basically the most depressing, miserable and pathetic thing in the world. If someone hates their job that much, they probably should find a new one.
- Work and love have nothing to do with each other. Yeah, some women choose to raise families and that’s definitely hard work and I don’t discount that. But it’s totally possible to love my career and want to love someone else, too.
- It shouldn’t be a turn-off. I would think that most guys would want a strong, ambitious woman who cared about being productive more than shoes and makeup. Being a workaholic should never be a turn-off, it should be a huge turn-on.
- Something is missing. I’m not the kind of single girl who thinks that work can fulfill 100 percent of your needs. I want love too, because it feels like that important piece of my life is totally missing. That doesn’t even depress me, that excites me, because it gives me hope for a future where I’m going to have everything that I want: a fun, fulfilling career and a personal life to match it, too.
- The right guy will respect my ambition. These days, I’m going on a lot of first dates that don’t result in anything because the person sitting across from me at my favorite bar shrugs when I talk about how much I love what I’m doing. That’s okay. It sucks, but it won’t be that way forever. Eventually, I’ll meet the right guy who will totally respect my obsession, and I can wait. I’ve got enough work to occupy me in the meantime.
