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Quantifying the Unquantifiable: An Anniversary Post

Next week, Anthony and I celebrate our one-year anniversary. This is a big deal for both of us, but especially for me because I have never been in a relationship for this long. I first attended an all girls’ private school for thirteen years, and then a small liberal arts college full of hipsters who were “too postmodern” for monogamy. Two years ago, if you had asked me if I could picture myself in a serious relationship at the age of 22, I’d have laughed and said, “I wouldn’t be able to put up with anyone long enough.” It seemed like a reasonable hypothesis; I had spent most of my life as a proudly independent woman who dabbled, albeit quite passionately, in fleeting crushes, and had more fun gossiping with her friends about the men with whom she happened to be involved than actually dealing with the guy. Of course I didn’t want to get involved in a serious relationship.

Anthony proved my hypothesis wrong. In fact, he proved a lot of things wrong. He proved that not all guys want open relationships, not all young people are scared of discussing a future with their significant other, and, most importantly, when you’ve found someone you love, you’re not gonna let them go.

For those of you who read Anthony’s insightful post about relationships, I am now here to prove him wrong. I, too, can be publicly mushy. So bear with me.

How I have been able to put up with Anthony for an entire year:

  • His intellectual curiosity. Possibly the most desirable quality that can be found in a person, intellectual curiosity keeps people young, life exciting, and conversations interesting.
  • He can make me laugh and understand my humor, which is often esoteric and sarcastic. The saying is trite but true: Laughter is necessary for any successful relationship.
  • He’s an atheist Filipino (yes, they do exist!). It’s so rare to be able to have discussions with someone who shares both my beliefs and my cultural background.
  • He is an optimist, which perfectly balances out my unwavering cynicism.
  • He reaches for my hand whenever we’re in public. I’ve never been one for public displays of affection, but, somehow, I find Anthony’s desire to showcase our relationship endearing. Plus, holding hands means a lower chance of losing each other on crowded New York sidewalks.
  • He gives me good mood nuzzles, which I constantly need when stressed about the many obstacles in life, e.g., not finding parmesan at the grocery store, losing my favorite yellow cashmere cardigan.
  • His family is an anomaly — it’s large, tight-knit, and everyone loves each other. I didn’t know those still existed in America.
  • He makes leftovers taste better than the original, whether it’s warming up pizza on a skillet or making garlic fried rice out of plain white rice.
  • He is very good at folding clothes.
  • He can complete the Rubrik’s cube faster than anyone I know.
  • He gives great massages. Often.
  • He values my opinion but is not afraid to argue if he disagrees with it.
  • He’d rather watch Hitchcock and have a two-person wine-and-cheese party at home with me than go out to a crowded bar.
  • There are fine lines between giving me my space and being too absent, between being affectionate and being overbearing. Anthony has mastered those fine lines beautifully.
  • He’s a beer snob. Drinking with him has taught me that I like dark ales. Plus, I could never date someone who drank Coors or PBR or other piss-like liquids.
  • He’s organized. More organized than me, in fact. I may create the lists and calendars, but he’s the one who keeps our room tidy.
  • He is constantly trying to please me, and by this, I don’t mean that he puts my happiness before his own. Such a relationship would be unhealthy. The stronger a relationship becomes, the more the happiness of both partners align. What made us happy when we were single has changed since going out with each other. More often than not, my happiness is now consistent with that of Anthony’s, and when that’s the case, he does everything in his power to satisfy.
  • He eats real food. After spending half my life with diet-obsessed friends from ballet, and then my college years in Portland surrounded by vegans, it’s almost too predictable that I would end up with someone who appreciates a good steak — cooked medium-rare, of course.
  • I have been told that this is the time to explore my options, to not get tied down to any particular guy, to have fun in my youth; I don’t have to settle down with anyone until I have lost my looks or charm. Apparently, this is what twenty-something-year-olds are supposed to think. I seem to have found the one self-proclaimed Relationship Guy in his twenties who eagerly rejected these standards of being progressively hip and instead never gave up on his lifelong dream of finding a long-term girlfriend.
  • He knows me, sometimes better than I know myself, and still (or thus?) loves me. He understands my odd obsessions, my sporadic bad moods, my irrational insecurities. Just as my favorite character said in Anna Karenina, “I love him, and therefore understand him,” love entails a deep understanding of the beloved. Without both a desire to understand and a success in that understanding, love cannot flourish.

That was merely an abridged list; I can’t possibly think of everything right now, and I doubt people would want to read all that anyway. Besides, it seems almost blasphemous to create a list of justifications for being in love — and this is coming from someone with a penchant for quantifying the unquantifiable.

You’ve probably noticed that most things on the list revolve around feeling respected, appreciated, and secure. This is, in essence, why we begin relationships. Not just romantic relationships, but those with our careers and with our platonic friends. Humans want to be appreciated for their passions and idiosyncrasies. I know I’ve found my dream career when I deem its main purpose respectable and stimulating, and it takes advantage of my talents and interests. I’ve found a friend when that person seeks my presence and is someone I can call up whenever something upsets me. A romantic partner is the most important person you choose to share your life with because of exactly that — you are choosing to share your life with that person. Unlike other people in one’s life, a romantic partner has many roles. This person knows the intimate details of your life, shares your living space, and has the possibility of sharing the rest of your life. I have never spent so many hours of every day with a single person since my mother took off from work to take care of me as a baby. And you know what? I have enjoyed every hour.

This past year has defined my life. It has felt like more than a year, but at the same time, it has flown by without me even realizing. Anthony’s put up with me this long. Hopefully, he’s up for more.

Scheduled Nostalgia: What I Will Miss About Hawaii…

*This list excludes people (and dogs) because I’d rather not tear up as I type this list. Plus, those are a given.

  • Local food (of course the first thing on my list would be food.) I’m getting hungry just thinking about all the kalua pig, lau lau, ahi poke, Portuguese sausage, malasadas, and spam musubi I’m leaving behind.
  • Rice being the default starch served with every meal
  • Breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean from anywhere you are
  • Japanese tourists. Sure, Japanese visit New York, too, but in Hawaii, they’re a thing. They’re the best-dressed people (the only well-dressed people, actually) in Hawaii and are the reason why we have designer stores that no one else can afford and amazing Japanese food in every neighborhood. They’re the reason why Gaku and Sasabune are on the same block; our standards for Japanese food are that high.
  • Walking from my house to the beach alone at night, sometimes with a bottle of port, to clear my mind
  • My electric toothbrush. My mom and I share chargers, so I’m not allowed to take my toothbrush with me. Back to the primitive way, I guess.
  • town Restaurant
  • Tradewinds. I am absolutely terrified of New York summers. The hottest Hawaii gets is the low 90s, and we have constant tropical breezes that distinguish us from any other muggy island close to the equator. For the first time, I’ll have to consider getting air condition.
  • Seeing this trailer before every movie at the theater:
  • Being able to easily send non-locals macadamia nuts, Kona coffee, and Big Island cookies
  • Hotel hopping. This has been one of my favorite hobbies growing up, and while New York obviously has hotels, I’ve always felt like certain hotels — the Kahala, Moana, and the Royal Hawaiian — were somehow mine.
  • Longs Drugs. So much better than Duane Reade.
  • My 6′ cherry wood Bosndorfer grand piano. Even though I hardly ever play the piano now, those few times that I did play this past year were perfectly fulfilling. I refuse to play on anything less, so I highly doubt I’ll be playing anything anytime soon.
  • The Kahala Hotel. This hotel deserves its own bullet, as I practically grew up here. Walkable distance from my house, this hotel is the location of many special occasions throughout my life, e.g. high school graduation party, Mother’s Days, ballet and piano recital completion celebrations. I will have to claim another hotel in New York.
  • Beachside brunching (let’s not pretend New York has beaches)
  • Waikiki. While growing up, I used to walk around Waikiki for fun because it reminded me of New York (tall-ish buildings with lots of people), but now I’ll miss it because it has two things that New York lacks: warm, crystal clear waters and happy people. Oh, happy people…
  • Laid-back culture. I am not a laid-back person, and one of the things I love about New York is its fast pace and efficiency, but I know that there will be times when I’ll miss the easy going nature of people running on “Hawaii time.”
  • Zippy’s. Of course New York has 24-hour restaurants everywhere, but there’s something really endearing about Zippy’s, a relatively clean, family-friendly 24-hour chain serving local food, found in almost every neighborhood on Oahu.
My last irrelevant photo of Hawaii. Waikiki with two of my best friends, August 2007
My last irrelevant photo of Hawaii. Waikiki with two of my best friends, August 2007