A Most Familiar Stranger

He sat next to me for a moment today when he came by to pick up the kids for Father's Day.  It was a surreal moment.  So ordinary.  Just sitting next to each other, watching our kids happily chase their puppy through the sunlit backyard.

Not too long ago, I could've told you everything about him.  His goals, hopes, dreams, fears, what he ate for lunch and what he was doing Friday night.  I knew his opinion on art, music, politics, religion.  I could tell by his footsteps on the stairs if he was having a good day or a bad day.  I knew he was thinking about cracking a joke before it happened because of the ever so slight twinkle in his eye.  I could finish his sentence and predict his next move.  I knew his order at any restaurant without so much as a second thought.  We slept together, ate together, planned together and lived together in a beautiful partnership.  I knew his soul and he, in turn, knew mine.

On the surface, he looked the same today.  It was almost scary.  I saw him and wanted to wrap him in my arms and laugh about the silly things we used to tease each other about.  But he wasn't him.  He's not the man I knew.  You see, I don't know his goals, hopes, dreams or fears anymore.  I don't understand his choices.  I don't know what he likes, what he believes, where he will be in five years, or even where he will be tomorrow.  I don't know who he sleeps with, eats with, plans with or lives with.  I don't know anything about him.  Nothing more than skin deep.  He looks like the man with whom my soul communed, but I don't recognize him at all.

He is the most familiar stranger I have ever known.  

Truth in Advertising

So it's come to my attention that in the 18 years I was hibernating in my marriage, the very nature of dating has changed.  Apparently people meet each other mainly through websites and dating apps these days. This is slightly horrifying to me.  You see, in order to be on these apps and websites, you have to create a profile.  What is a profile, really, but a dating resume?! You mean to tell me I have to post my pathetic dating resume on the interwebs for all to see in order to meet people?  Oh goodness.  My dating resume is even more anemic than my resume resume.  It's very lean.  Like about 10 dates long pre-marriage.  I know people who have racked up better numbers than that in a week.  Guys.  The odds are not ever in my favor.

This new knowledge has caused quite a bit of reflection on my part.  Now, I am no where near ready to date.  Emotionally, I feel like a soldier in the Normandy Beach scene of Saving Private Ryan. I have been through it and back.  And while I believe in love and forever, I am not fully convinced that I am worthy of love and forever.  But that's another topic for another blog.

So, even though I am not ready to date, I can't help but wonder what my profile would look like.  What would I say?  How could I fluff the truth enough to make it look more inviting?  I think I've finally managed to draft a pretty accurate portrayal of myself...

...and I think instead of dating I'll just collect more pets.


Heather's Dating Resume
Body Type:  Salvage Title.  She was once a beaut, but she's since been on some bumpy road trips.  The original parts are all there, though they have to be strapped in pretty tight to stay in place these days.

Likes:  Long walks down the cereal aisle at Target.  Netflix binging and drive through Taco Bell (preferably in pjs so that when my bean burrito--with sour cream because I'm a classy lady--inevitably bursts I don't ruin yet another shirt).  Singing along with the radio far too loudly in the car.  Hiking.  Okay, not really hiking--walking.  Fine, strolling.  I like strolling down very mild, family-friendly hiking paths.  Fart jokes (let's be honest.  Life is just too short to pretend gas isn't funny). I like nurturing and growing things--plants, animals, my people (kids). In fact, that's probably my greatest talent---keeping the things I am responsible for alive and growing.  Useful, yes.  Sexy, no.

Disclaimers:  I laugh way too loud.  I snore.  (Let's just get that on the table right away.  No surprises this time around.  I'm  going for complete truth in advertising).   I really like food and I really hate dieting.  You probably aren't going to hit your target weight while dating me.  I am not good at dating games.  If I like you, I will tell you.  Awkwardly and often.  I am a grade A klutz.  It doesn't matter what our date consists of--I will bump my head and then pretend it didn't happen.  But, it did.  It totally happened.  Probably twice, honestly.

Looking For:  My penguin (according to Leslie Knope, penguins mate for life).  (Is it okay to reference Leslie Knope on your dating resume?) Oh wait!  I know the answer to this one.  I believe what the kids would write here is, "a relationship."  Boom.  Nailed it.