There are words that describe human conditions that are used by psychiatrists, doctors, and counsellors… Then there are the words that we, the every man (or every woman) uses. Words like stage five clinger, creeping, and a little gem I learned this week: “Oneitis” – ever heard of it?
Oneitis is the obsession with a person you’re sexually or romantically interested in. Similar to limerence, you might not be dating this person, you might not even be sleeping with this person, but if you find yourself saying out loud (or even thinking in your head) “She’s the one” (or “he’s the one”) … you’ve got an illness. An illness called oneitis.
My buddy Jack is a classic case of oneitis. Jack has a friend, Celeste, he secretly (but not so secretly) crushes over. They go out on little dates together. Jack buys Celeste flowers, takes her out, drives her home, and walks Celeste to her front door. Then, predictably, jack tucks his tail between his legs and walks back to his car, after Celeste gives him a quick hug and “That was fun, thanks for the drive. Good night!”
Jack, like a first class chump, won’t even try to kiss her or invite himself upstairs… I don’t know what he sees in her, but he tells me all the time, “She’s the dream. She’s the one.”
She’s always on the tip of his tongue and the front of his mind. I’ve suffered from Jack’s disease. Oneitis. It’s a dark, lonely road, and Celeste isn’t an idiot. She knows she doesn’t have to buy the cow, because Jack keeps bringing her the milk for free. And so he suffers, and he keeps on feeling inadequate.
And that’s when I realized that when it comes to motorcycles, I have my own oneitis ‘isms.
I’ve owned three 50cc two-stroke scooters (two were the exact same, down to the year and model). I’ve owned four Suzuki VZ800s (a 2003, 2004, 2005 and a 2011). Finally, I’ve longed over a Harley-Davidson V-Rod since… I can’t remember when. All I know is that even when I worked in the motorcycle industry, there was a V-Rod poster in my office, despite me having no professional affiliation with Harley-Davidson.
I tend to really like things sometimes… and I just really want that damn V-Rod, or maybe the Night Rod, with the – *BUZZ*
“Yup, that’s me, Captain Oneitis” Jack’s text message distracted me from another Porsche-powered daydream. “How do I fix this?” he asked.
A quick Google search taught me that the term Oneitis was apparently started by PUAs (self-proclaimed Pick Up Artists). According to the PUAs, there was a three step cure for oneitis:
1) Take nine other women out on dates.
2) Sleep with these women.
3) Ask yourself if the original subject of your affection was really “the one” or just “one of ten.”
I explained it to Jack. “Yeah right, which nine women are gonna date me?!” was his reply.
“I’ll tell you which woman isn’t going to date you. Celeste. If she doesn’t like you by now, she won’t until it’s too late for her. Move on bud.”
I really don’t know if Celeste is the right woman for Jack, nor do I know if that Harley-Davidson V-Rod is the right motorcycle for me. But there are three things I do know.
1) Celeste isn’t losing any sleep at night worrying about Jack.
2) That V-Rod isn’t losing any sleep at night worrying about me.
3) Neither one of them are worth us losing any sleep over, so to hell with them both.
I’m going to keep on riding my japanese cruisers… but I’ll never lose sight of my dreams. But who knows, maybe I’ll start dreaming about a V-Max instead, or a Diavel, so I can blow that V-Rod away. Wouldn’t that be poetic justice?
So how ’bout you? Is there that one bike, or one person that you’ve always wished you had?
Leave a comment and let Jack and I know what’s on your oneitis wishlist.
Props to bikerMetric for finding the pics used on this page.