Is there such thing as "The One"?

Over the last few weeks, I’ve found myself pondering the idea of “The One.” Does this person actually exist—or is it a concept planted in our minds by romantic comedies and Disney movies? Is it even plausible to believe that out of 3 to 5 billion people in the world, one person is perfectly made for you?

After asking around—friends, coworkers, even people in their early twenties—I’ve come to believe that maybe “The One” isn’t a predestined soulmate but someone who enters your life at the right time, in the right place, and fits who you are in that moment. I’ve always believed that everything happens for a reason, and maybe love is no different.

Maybe this person isn’t perfect. But they’re perfect for you. At least for the version of you that exists when your paths cross.

And let’s be real—after the butterflies fade and reality sets in, that’s when the real relationship begins. Communication becomes the glue. I read recently that if you truly want to build a lasting relationship, you need to be able to talk about anything. I think this is where most relationships break down—people hold back. There’s a fear of exposing a darker part of ourselves or rocking the boat, but those hidden corners turn into walls.

I’ve made a real effort to be open about my feelings, even if it’s uncomfortable. Because let’s face it—your partner is not a mind reader. Especially if that partner is a man. (Ladies, I know it’s hard, but it’s true.) Men are generally straightforward: if they want something, they go for it. If they don’t, they won’t. There’s no secret code. We’re the ones reading between invisible lines.

Actions. Speak. Louder. Than. Words.

So, back to my original question—do I believe in “The One”?
Maybe not in the Hollywood sense. But I do believe in the right person at the right time. There are at least three people I’ve dated who, at different times in my life, I truly believed I could settle down with. But it just didn’t align.

I’m still a hopeless romantic, though. I believe that when the time is right, someone will walk into my life—and the chemistry, timing, and communication will all click into place.

The Millenia Man: Can He Handle a Woman Who Has It All?

Last night, a good friend of mine sent me an article from Cosmo titled “The Only Kind of Man Worth Marrying.” It dove into the idea of the “50/50” man—a guy who genuinely supports the corporate woman and sees her success as a win for the team, not a threat.

Growing up, I struggled with the idea of “having it all.” Could I really have a career and a family and my sanity? I mean, I was raised in a slightly old-school Puerto Rican household where women were expected to handle all things domestic. I still remember my grandmother telling me I’d never find a husband if I didn’t know how to iron. (Plot twist: I still don’t iron, and I’m doing just fine, thanks.)

But this article said something that hit me: “A woman can have it all if she doesn’t have to do it all.” Blasphemy? Maybe to abuela. But to me? Pure gold.

Apparently, the modern “Millenia Man” (let’s call him MM) is all about challenging outdated gender norms. He doesn’t mind scrubbing dishes, sharing kid duty, or supporting your dream to be VP of the company—or launch your own. He’s evolved past the "bring me a plate, woman" mentality, and honestly, it’s about time.

The shift comes from how Millennials were raised. Many of our parents struggled with blurred gender roles as women started working more and men didn’t quite know what to do with that shift. But today, more men are stepping up and saying, “Let’s do this together.”

And I’m here for it.

I’ve always said I want a partnership, not a dictatorship. A relationship should be 50/50—whether it’s splitting bills or folding laundry. Turns out, my expectations weren’t unrealistic. I was just waiting for society to catch up.

That said, beware of the fake woke man. He talks a big game about being progressive, but throws a tantrum if you say you’re working late or don’t feel like cooking dinner. Watch the reactions, not just the words.

Here’s my advice:
If the person you’re with makes you a better version of yourself, keep him.
If he drains you or makes you shrink, toss him like last season’s skinny jeans.

You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You deserve someone who claps when you win and grabs a mop when the kitchen’s messy.