Stuck on Stupid

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July 10, 2014 by Melanie L.

Once upon a time, before I was married and then divorced, I had an online dating profile.  My dad had suggested I sign up.  I was in law school at the time and I lived freeloaded at my parents’ house while I studied goofed off.  I’m fairly certain that if I didn’t join, my dad’s plan B was to sell one of two things: the house while I was out or me to the highest bidder.  (He vehemently denies this.)

Despite my initial reluctance to join the site, I quickly became addicted.  I logged on so frequently and clicked through so rapidly that I met the site’s algorithm for “most popular.”  But, “popular” was a term of data.  Almost all of my dates were first dates.  I sat in constant judgment of each date, measuring him up against an unrealistic set of parameters as if Prince Charming, himself, would arrive on a white horse after giving Cinderella a pink slip.  Since none of my dates were the Prince, I found fault with every last one.  Though, in truth, the fault was always mine in the finding.

Image courtesy of Dashing Date.  http://www.dashingdate.com/

Image courtesy of Dashing Date. http://www.dashingdate.com/

Years later, after a failed marriage and much soul-searching, my new improved self was ready to move on.  So, I turned back to my trusty online site.  Like me, the site had undergone some changes and upgrades in the intervening years.  Among the newer questions, the site asked me to describe my perfect first date.

Because bad habits die hard, I was tempted to create a long list on scrolled parchment of my must-haves: a handsome, swarthy, non-smoking, gainfully-employed, single parent of good height and solid weight with black curly hair and long eyelashes over soulful eyes and a sly smile that hooks me in. He would let me control the parameters of the first date, yet he would propose what I had in mind without any clues from me. He would pay for a first drink, but he would sidestep the financial dance of expectations.  He would be a man who would listen intently, nod appropriately, care deeply and share excitedly.  In essence, I wanted a drop-dead gorgeous, empathetic, psychic mind-reader.

Well, my thought bubble on the matter popped as fast as a rainbow unicorn gallops.  I remembered that having a long wish list did more harm than good on my first go around the dating wheel.  Instead, what I really wanted most of all was the simple pleasure of company.  I trashed the trailing scroll in the cerebral bin marked “fat chance.”

I dared myself to agree to meet anyone who didn’t seem like an ax-wielding psychopath, because, well, I had to have some standards, and I resolved to enjoy each date.  I might learn something new, or gain a fresh perspective, or simply meet a very nice person worthy of my undivided, un-judgey attention.

A mere six weeks later, as I was settling in and really starting to enjoy this new dating strategy, wouldn’t you know it, I ran smack into the guy from my scroll, the guy who puts the fictional Prince Charming to shame, the guy who couldn’t possibly exist.  Only, he did. . . and he was there to meet me.

That was fifteen blissful months ago and I’ve been thanking my lucky stars ever after.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the suburbs my dad is sitting in the house my parents never sold, hands outstretched, shouting, “hallelujah!”

 


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36 thoughts on “Stuck on Stupid

  1. well, hallelujah. 🙂

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  2. thenarcissistwrites says:

    Awesome! 🙂

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  3. Dave says:

    There’s hope!!

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  4. Great post — and it gives me hope, too! You’ll notice my Yeah Write grid post is a dating horror story – and there are several more on my blog (and a LOT more deeply repressed in my head). I’m happy for you!

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    • Melanie L. says:

      LOL, we must be on the same wavelength! I just posted a comment to your piece the exact second I got a notice that you posted to mine! I’m going to go exploring on your blog now. So glad I found it today!

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  5. This was both hilarious and soul-searching. Love the way you wanted to describe the perfect first date 😀 Thanks for my morning laugh!
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  6. Hurrah! Great self-deprecating humour as always! That’ll see you through! Fab post 😉

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  7. Natalie DeYoung says:

    I’m glad this had a happy ending, because sometimes online dating stories can get ugly, lol.

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  8. Jen says:

    Aw yay, I love a happy ending. Good for you!

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  9. moonbear42 says:

    I am too scared to even go on a date with the guys on okc… even if they seem great

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  10. Megan L. says:

    Some of us just take a while to find what we’re looking for 😉 at least you kept looking!!

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  11. I read this last night and then my computer crashed so I couldn’t comment, but it really resonated with me. What is it about society trying to marry women off? We all buy into it too, guilty as charged. I want companionship as much as the next but is marriage what we should all aspire to? Also, it would be interesting to write a list of what we want in a partner now as compared to 20 years ago. How that list has morphed into something totally different. Great read!

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    • Melanie L. says:

      Thank you! And I totally agree that our lists change over time. As we grow and change our perspective shifts, our needs alter and we adjust our lists accordingly. Thanks again for reading and commenting. Hope your computer ceases to crash!

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  14. litadoolan says:

    I love this story. Great to enjoy this happy ending. Here’s to you!

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  15. Marie says:

    Really enjoyed this piece. I like the humor you used in it.

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  16. Nice story!

    The ‘paradigm shift’ with respect to the way you approached your dating issues can be well-nigh applied to many other subtle issues which we grapple with in life. The most tricky thing here is to identify the opportunity when it comes, because, more often than not, it comes camouflaged.

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  17. Ok, better late than never – thanks so much for the Ping!! I do apologize for my tardiness and I really like your post too!

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Melanie L.

Melanie L.

I'm a happily re-married, full-time lawyer, and full-time mom raising two adorable vilde chayas (Yiddish: wild things) named Monkey and Peanut (not their real names!). I am often seen in public counting to three. In addition to parenting and writing, I also love photography, cosmology, evolutionary anthropology, and all things Israel.

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