Start at 0:30 to see the end of a loving relationship because of differences in conceptions of happiness and love. One cannot "set up a rival good to God's" in an attempt to find happiness on Earth.
Recently I wrote a piece advising women to take care when looking for their Mr. Darcy either in the online world or real world. Truth is stranger than fiction and this case is no exception. Searching for one’s soul mate requires extreme patience, hope and grace. Men and women have different and unique roles to play, and we have to be understanding and loving to each other in order to build beautiful and lasting friendships, relationships, and marriages.

This article is addressed to the men, to the would-be Darcys who are searching, as ever, for their Elizabeth Bennets to tame and love them. To you I speak with hesitation and caution, since I cannot relate to your experiences or struggles, but I do think I have some valuable advice that you may find useful. My first missive for you is – be open to love. I cannot emphasize this enough. Women are delicate, mysterious creatures, as wont to be open with their hearts as they are to guard them. They must be protected and cherished, receptacles of your love, for they are the mothers of your children, the loving and supporting wives that you desire and need. They are, in short, your key to sainthood. Love us, cherish us, let us into your hearts. We will be here to stay.

Unfortunately the advent of the sexual revolution threw all notions of separate gender roles and traditional protocol for dating and marriage out with the bathwater. The upheaval that spread among public morality, societal norms, politics, and even music and art was reflected in the way men and women began to relate to one another. No longer was sex sacred; it became as casual as a handshake or kiss on the cheek upon meeting. C.S. Lewis was right to say, “Don’t throw incense on the marriage bed,” but this bed is indeed holy and worthy of respect and worship. It houses a blessed sacrament, a wedding gift from God to newly married couples that merits a sort of holy hush when spoken of or thought about. Public animosity towards anything to do with the Church, what she allows – and what is forbidden – became so strong that it was abandoned altogether. “Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried,” Lewis reminds us. We are physical creatures, are we not? We crave the emotional bond that sex provides. . . but wouldn’t it be nice if we could have the pleasure without the responsibility? The advent of the pill and widespread usage of condoms made this irresponsibility not the exception but the norm. Women were expected to “be in control” of their fertility – again, a sin of pride against God that it is our plan and not His that is to be implemented. Just as we choose which vegetable to buy at the grocery store for supper, we can choose when and how we bear children. Children thus became not a gift but a burden; an outcome to be avoided at all costs until one’s career settled down, one’s traveling shoes were left by the bed well-worn, on our time instead of God’s.

This enormous shift in the morality of marriage and children warped the way men and women meet and court. In a sense, it produced a selfish “me” generation, where men were stuck in an arrested development while women gained increasing levels of power and influence in the working world. It became perfectly acceptable for the woman to ask a man out, pay for dinner, even propose marriage. I am no stranger to authentic feminism and the exhilarating power of modern woman, but essentially this allowed the men to remain boys during “the chase” – no longer did a man have to risk his pride and heart in tentatively asking a woman out. That was now the woman’s prerogative. If a woman can open a door for herself and sustain herself on a comfortable income, why should she not risk her own heart in pursuing a man she is interested in? Thus the arrival of the “man-eater syndrome,” of cougars and women that reek of the husband hunting smell.

The simple answer is that women are fashioned differently than men. Theological arguments aside for the moment, women are prone to wear their hearts on their sleeves, being too open and emotionally available and forgetting to “guard their hearts.” A woman’s rejection by a man wounds her far more than a man being passed over. Why? Women are made to receive love, not to give it. Even our biological systems reflect this; the woman’s uterus is the chalice in which she receives her husband’s organ during sexual intercourse. Her arms are open, her heart is ready to be held and protected, her body fits in the groove of the man as they lie in bed on a Sunday morning holding each other.

To use biological terms, the hormonal balance of women is a delicate spectrum of alternatively preparing for fertility and adjusting her behavior to either encourage or postpone it. The release of oxytocin – the powerful hormone that literally bonds the woman to the man during any kind of sexual contact, or the mother to her child once she gives birth – is far greater than the release in the man’s body. I would add that women secrete progesterone monthly in the second part of the cycle after ovulation (releasing an egg) which  is solely intended to receive an embryo in utero and sustain the placenta for 6 -10 weeks until HCG kicks in.  Therefore each month, from an evolutionary point of view, women are geared towards receiving a child (again men do not have this at all –  no monthly progesterone since they lack a uterus). My Catholic friends always roll their eyes when I bring up this evolutionary argument, but the man is, deep down, wired to “spread his seed,” while the woman has the nesting instinct as soon as she becomes sexually mature. It is futile to reject this in light of the “Wonder Woman” phenomenon; it is what it is, and it’s better to accept it – and its implications for gender relations – rather than insist on the artificial equality of men and women. We are different. We have different roles. We don’t “parent”:  we “mother” and “father” our children. Our capacity for love is unique, and that is a beautiful thing, not something to be bemoaned or swept aside.

And so to the men out there, I say one last thing. Pursue women. Risk your heart. Be chivalrous and kind. Revive traditional notions of the chase and relationships, and eventually marriage. No matter how adamantly we may insist on going Dutch for dinner, or refuse gifts on St. Valentine’s Day, deep down we do want and need your protection and frequent expressions of your love for us. First and foremost we are children of God, and we imitate His love for us in our love for each other, be it friendships or marriage. That’s the way we were created by our Father, so if you seek her heart, you must seek God first.

There is a beautiful image in one of Lewis’ novels in which he pictures the man and woman both looking towards God as they go through life. On their joint journey towards God, they become closer to each other; as they fall away from God’s grace, they part ways. Looking out to the same conception of the good – how to live life in what the renowned philosopher Alasdair MacIntyre calls “narrative unity” – unites us and provides the sustenance on which we maintain our marriages, friendships, and methods of child-rearing. This is why it is so important to have similar beliefs. It becomes much easier to agree on how to raise children, what traditions to pass on, what to forbid, how to explain the “why” questions that children raise other than the infuriating parental explanation of “because I said so.” Praying together, eating together, playing together:  this is the recipe for a happy and holy marriage and a family that stays together in a sacred bond of unconditional love.

And so if you desire the woman of your dreams, don’t search for her in bars. Join a weekly Catholic fellowship. Go to Adoration at your local parish. Become part of a Jane Austen book club with your sister’s friends. In future you may even go to “agape restaurants,” a brilliant idea coined by Alain de Botton in his recent novel Religion for Atheists in which strangers gather in restaurants intended for discussion of the important things in life – like virtue, struggles in our pursuit of it, and how we see human nature and our role in the universe. You will eventually find her, for she is looking for you, too. Perhaps in a different way than you, but it is nevertheless complementary. You may be lucky enough to find her matching key to unlock that beautiful enchanted garden in which to nurture marriage that lasts a lifetime.

Octavia is Assistant Director of Operations at The Witherspoon Institute in Princeton, NJ. This piece is a follow-up to her previous article on women and online dating and searching virtually for Mr. Darcy. She is seriously reconsidering her dream to enter academic philosophy and become a journalist in DC in the future. Contact her with questions or comments at [email protected].
 
" You know that point in your life whenyou realize the house you grew up in...isn't really your home anymore.All of a sudden, even though you havesome place where you put your shit...that idea of home is gone.I still feel at homein my house.You'll see one day when you move out.Just sorta happens one day, and it's gone.You feel like youcan never get it back.It's like you feel homesickfor a place that doesn't even exist.Maybe it's likethis rite of passage, you know?You won't ever have that feeling again untilyou create a new idea of home for yourself.You know, for... For your kids.For the family you start.It's like a cycleor something.I don't know. But I missthe idea of it, you know?Maybe that's allfamily really is.A group of people that missthe same imaginary place.Maybe."

That quote from Garden State got me thinking. We are all at different points in our lives. Some of us are still living at home (no shame in that at all) and others now have "a place they can call their own" - whatever that means. For most of us, up until we were 18 we had a pretty good idea of what home was. Home was the place where Mom and/or Dad and/or siblings were. The place where you had your own room (or maybe you shared it) where you could put your own things. The place where you had dinner almost every night. It gave you a sense of security and belonging. 

But then we went off to college and we made a temporary new home. We lodged in dormitories and off-campus housing, but we still told friends that we were going "back home" for breaks. And now we are living in the "real world" and are tasked with making a new home for ourselves. I can't speak for y'all, but I can say that the house in New York that I grew up in for 17 years doesn't feel like home to me anymore. It feels like a place that has lots of memories and a place where I can put my personal belongings, but it doesn't feel like my home. 
Now I live with five other people in a house that has been lived in since the 1950's. All of us will be out of the house in less than two years. But home is more than a house. A home is a place where you feel welcomed and safe, where you feel like you belong. I was having a conversation with the renowned philosopher Laura Lindsley about this. I said to her that every state you live in leaves an indelible mark on you, much like every friend you have. She replied that while that may be true, there is that one friend who impacts you more than others. So is the one state/house/physical place that impacts you the most your home?


Discuss.



-Conor
 
It is not ground-breaking to observe that online dating has become increasingly popular in the past five years or so.  Given that the average age at first marriage is 28 for men and 26 for women in a 2009 survey, more and more people find themselves single late into their twenties and early thirties.  In fact, a recent study by the University of Rochester reported that online dating is now the second most likely way to meet one’s spouse (behind meeting through a friend).  Why?  After a certain point, wading through thousands of The Single Catholic Girl’s Tips on Dating and How to Stay Sane While Single in Your Twenties, putting up with yet another blind date from a well-meaning friend, and coming home to an empty apartment after work, all you can do to is throw up your hands, buy a cute puppy to dote on and lock up for business.
          
So, how are you supposed to be single and sane? Is online dating a last resort, or is there some legitimacy to developing emotional intimacy online without creating a profile out of sheer hopelessness?

For reference, I am a (naïve) twenty-something, and have been on two dates through the common dating site, Catholic Match.  One was in his late twenties, and the other mid-thirties.  Both dates were, well, uninspiring.  From what I could gather in a few hours at a basketball game or dinner, both men had solid principles yet solicited the general response of, “He was nice, but. . . .”  How could this have possibly happened, given their attractive, sparkling, intriguing online profiles?
          
The simple answer is this:  the internet warps both your identity and time.  You can spend hours crafting a well-thought out and witty email that somehow conveys your playful nature yet commitment to the life of the mind, your deep faith yet interest in the small things of daily life, and that the fact that you love Beethoven doesn’t prevent you from jamming to David Guetta in the car with the windows rolled down.  Face-to-face, you are forced to be more authentic – and rightfully so.  As a dear friend once told me, you can’t white-out the parts you don’t like about yourself, and bold-face your strengths -- almost like a potter re-shaping clay to produce a beautiful work of art.  There are the awkward pauses, unwitting food-in-your-teeth snafus, and half-hearted refusals for him to pay for dinner as a traditional formality (and judgments if he actually makes you pay).  That’s life:  it’s messy and full of savory moments.
          
To use a current buzzword, relationships should be “organic.”  They should develop bottom-up as each of you slowly but surely come to know one another, and make memories together so you can fondly say, “Remember that time when we. . . .”  Anyone can have fun on a Friday night -- it’s intriguing and thrilling -- but it’s going to Mass and brunch together on Sunday morning that make or break a relationship.  You’ll have unsure moments, of course, but it makes the ride much more exciting and fulfilling.  
          
Love is grace:  neither is offered to us freeze-dried.  The instant, microwaveable, buy-now-pay-later convenience that modernity has accustomed us to simply cannot cross over into our expectations of relationships, or faith for that matter.  Struggling with the call to assimilate daily to Christ requires perseverance, hope, and humility, difficult virtues to acquire.  Similarly, if you find yourself disappointed with your relationships, having trouble finding Mr. Darcy -- whether online, through a friend, or at Mass -- don’t be discouraged and lose faith that he will find you.  (Although, it’s always good to remind ourselves that Mr. Darcy is a fictional character!) The frustrating part is that it is not on our time but on God’s, and it behooves us to remember the Marian fiat:   “Lord, let it be done to me according to Thy word.”  These simple, humbling words strike at the very heart of human pride and impatience.  Even if we occasionally fall or succumb to temptation from time to time, it’s all part of being imperfect creatures, albeit lovingly fashioned by our Creator in His image.  So you fail:  welcome to the human race.  As Samuel Beckett once quipped, “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”  

As a final note, I can’t help thinking of a striking Lenten reflection in college by Msgr. Michael Heintz that profoundly changed the way I view relationships and the intense call to be Catholic in a secular, topsy-turvy world that assaults faith at every opportunity.  The author writes, “Slow progress over time is what we should be looking for. . . . And so if you're struggling, don't lose heart and don't give up. . . . [A]s Thomas Aquinas is said to have taught, ‘it is far better to limp along the right road than to run headlong down the wrong one.’”  “Limping towards God,” limping as you love, limping as you search for Truth – these are the journeys worth sticking to with dedication and heart.  

Love is unlikely to be found deliberately or as a result of your hard work.  There are, of course, the occasional stories of Catholic Match marriages, of love affairs that bloom online, but more often than not, your experience with virtual love will stick to the rule, not the exception.  Love will come in its own time, regardless of how much you may want it. (Sorry, girls.)  To paraphrase my father, the way to accept that harsh truth without completely abandoning hope of a happy marriage is summed up in this simple equation:  Happiness = Reality - Expectations.  This is not to imply low standards or expectations, but merely urges us to recall that we are all imperfectly yet earnestly trying to live life trying to find Truth and happiness in the hope for heaven in the life to come.  

Don’t lose heart, and keep trying – with patience and faith, you’ll find him.  Whether in a chatroom discussing the Star of the Sea or at a party where you both reach for the Chex Mix, he’ll one day be there.  And if you’re really lucky, he will come to cherish, love, and better you that you may fulfill your inner potential to follow Him and become a saint.
          
Octavia Ratiu is a recent graduate from the University of Notre Dame. She is the Assistant Director of Operations at The Witherspoon Institute in Princeton, NJ. She can either be found on Catholic Match or out meeting new interesting people in the real world. Contact Octavia at [email protected].