People ask me from time to time, so here it is…would I want
to get married again. That seems like a
simple enough question, but really it isn’t.
Would I get married again?
I might, if the right person came along.
My dear departed hated loneliness and he would have wanted me to marry
again, or at least find another love.
But there are just so many reasons I don’t think it will happen.
First, it truly is unlikely that I would meet a man that
would be compatible to me. Notice, I did
not say that I would be compatible to him, I am a pretty accepting person. But I have observed that most men in my age
range are not. I am a spiritually minded
follower of Jesus that doesn't go to church, a geek of several magnitudes
(sci-fi and SCA being the two most obvious), viciously competitive at board
games, and hopelessly, squishy, sentimental about the oddest things. Also, there is my family. Nice bunch of people, but we have quick mouths
attached to weird humor. It would take a
unique man to be able to swim in that stream.
Oh, I do have a few standards. I like a guy to be clean and fairly able to
care of himself. I don’t like motorcycles,
tobacco smoke, or sports. Don’t care if
you like sports, as long as I don’t have to, but the other two are a bit non-negotiable,
as the risks and odors are always there.
Also, I don’t lightly suffer fools.
But suppose I did meet someone compatible; then I would have
to start that whole getting to know each other dance. Do you know how much work that is? I have been alive almost 59 years, and I’m
assuming Mr. Interesting will be in a similar age range. I don’t know if we would have enough sand
left in our hour glasses to get caught up with each other.
But then, let’s say a miracle occurred and I met someone that
I might consider starting a relationship with.
Relationship. That implies, at
some point, getting naked and stuff. I
haven’t gotten naked in front of a new man (not counting Doctors) in over 30
years. I do not feel attractive and
sexy, and if some man tried to tell me I was, I would figure either he was
lying for some nefarious reason of his own, or perhaps deeply kinky in a way I
don’t want to know about. Then three is “the
act.” From what I hear, people have all
kinds of expectations anymore that involve extreme hair removal. Not only that, but I have never once in my
entire life needed to use a condom. I
understand that they are basic now, but I don’t know the etiquette, the ins and
out, so to speak.
If you are a mathematician, a statistician, a wizard of
odds, you do the figures. I think the
chance of be getting married again are less than the chance of me winning the
lottery. Would I want to meet a man who
could make me laugh, stand back to back with me when life’s battle get tough,
and fill in the lonely places? You
bet. I’m just not holding my
breath. Why do you ask, do you know
someone?
