I once dated this guy who was EXACTLY like me, personality, similar dislikes and all. It was summers ago, when I was about 13 and my sister and I were put into this program. The program was the Edmonson Center and it had other kids our age and younger kids and but we (big kids) were usually separate from them and pretty much did our own thing. Anyways, his name was Andrew. He really was the sweetest, little boyfriend I had ever had and I think he was like 15. He treated me so nice and I loved that, he was like my best friend. The only problem was that we were so much alike and had almost, literally everything in common. I can't remember the specifics of what it all was that we both liked and what we both hated but I remember it DRIVING ME NUTS!!! I used to think dating someone like me would be easy because I would already know all there was to know about them but that turned out to be what I hated most. I DID know everything about him and there was no element of surprise about anything. It just became monotonous and routine for us to do things because it was what the other expected and knew to do for the other. He was still such an amazing guy but oh my gosh, I just couldn't take it. I used to tell my husband that I didn't think we'd ever really work out as a couple because we didn't have much in common and that bothered me that I didn't feel like I could connect with him because I didn't like really anything that he liked. I realized, though, that having someone opposite of you is not such a bad thing. They do say that opposites attract and it is true. With having someone different from you, you are constantly engaged in new experiences and even though you still might not care for it in the end, it was something new that you tried and now you know something different than your own comfort zone. I thought being with someone who was just like me would be paradise on earth but it was really just an eye opener to know better, that different isn't always so bad than what you know. I'm not bashing my relationship with Andrew because he was definitely someone I could have loved forever if we were older and could appreciate each other's "oneness" but he was always better as a best friend to me and that' just how it had to go. We haven't talked since that year and I think about him from time to time, in non-romantic way. I wonder how everything turned out for him. Maybe he's the best husband to some beauty or an amazing father, or both. Or maybe he's traveling the world. I don't know, but I wish him the best in whatever he is doing.
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