The greatest enemy of an Indy Chick: GUYS. Just when I think I'm at the height of Indy Chickness, something comes my way and tears me down, making me realize that I still am not the Madeline that I am working toward being. It's so easy to look at relationships and think, "Boy, I'm glad I'm single. I don't have to consult someone else before making plans. I don't have to be home at a certain time to talk to my boyfriend. I could do whatever I want." And of course, there are the times when you know you wouldn't mind those things, but the Indy Chick prevails because you just give yourself pep talks. And on the days when you falter, you cry a little, pray and then laugh at yourself for being so lame and do something fun. Or you go work out, go to the bookstore, whatever, to surround yourself with people. Go dancing.
Crushes are good. You see them every once in awhile and just enjoy looking at them because they're eye candy. And when they're so sweet and friendly to you, you melt even more. But you know that it's all just lighthearted fun. You're not in it for a real relationship. You don't even care to call them and get to know them too much because you already know that your personalities won't work together.
But when someone comes around and you know they're seeking what you're seeking...even though both of you are not actively seeking it, then there's a little tension there because you don't want to just jump into anything. What are they thinking when they ask me to hang out? What do they mean when they say that? Am I being pushy if I ask them to hang out again? When those questions come around, it means you're going down the Indy Chick scale.
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