I thought I was going to marry him and it was great while it lasted and not surprisingly, my family loved him. My fiance even commented how much in common he had with my dad. When it fell through, the whole family was devastated and I soon married my dad’s polar opposite.
We’re getting a divorce.
I think that only happens in Kentucky.
Hm… one of the guys I dated was like my Dad in that both were gentlemen. That’s about it.
Mom went out of her way to find a man as un-like her Dad as she could find. She decided a long time ago that anything Dad did like Gramps does it is “gender masculine, number singular;” many of those behaviors are things that husbands of her friends do too, which seems to uphold her view.
Middlebro married a woman who has a lot more in common with my mother than I do. But funnily enough, in those things in which he is a lot like Mom, SiL is complementary, and in those things in which she is a lot like Mom, Bro is complementary. So I think he just happened to be looking for somene who complemented him. Any similarity between Bro and SiL’s Dad is “gender masculine, number singular.” They’re of a somewhat similar build, but they share it with 50% of Spanish men.
I love how one can toss a possibility in the morning, and come back at night to find it’s been dispatched with aplomb. 
Carry on.
I went out with a woman that was twenty years older and had her birthday the day after my mum’s. That was weird enough.
When it comes to appearance and personality, I could never get involved with anyone that reminded me even slightly of my mom, though.
(My fiancée does remind me a bit of my favourite sister from time-to-time.)
Ack, no! My dad was a hard-drinking, career Coast Guard who was married nine times, and never lived in one place more than a year or two. My husband is a homebody who is calm and the stereotypical accountant, and we’ve been married 20 years, come July.
Physically my boyfriend is nothing like my dad: Dad’s of an average height and build, darker skin, very dark hair, very germanic looking. The boyfriend is very tall and stoutly built with pale ruddy skin and blond hair. Typical large irish bloke.
Personality wise they are quite similar, both very charming, stubborn, driven and kind people. The boyfriend is what Dad would’ve been if he had been raised in a more supportive and less dysfunctional family, in a sense. Its rather uncanny how quickly they took to eachother and how alike they act.
Physically there is very little similarity between my hubby and my father. But personality, and quirks, and mannerisms, and sense of humor, and intelligence are all very very close. I often joke after my husband does something dad-like, that “I can’t sleep with you anymore, it’s too much like incest!” My dad and I had a great relationship my whole life (we’re not quite as close now, since I have kids of my own and we live far apart.)
I feel pretty fortunate that I’ve found someone who has all the best traits I could ever hope for, and then some, but who also brings a few new things to the table.
I seem to have married my grandfather, who is very much a father figure in my life. Both he and my husband are small, silly, gentle men who are intensely methodical, practical, and hard-working. They both eat right and exercise and never procrastinate. They both seem to have a baseline of calm rationality that rarely ruffles. In some ways my own marriage mirrors my grandparents’ marriage - -my grandmother, like me, is emotional, nurturing, procrastinating, and disorganized. Sometimes my grandpa and my husband will just look at grandma and me and shake their heads in bewilderment, because they don’t understand our inefficient and impractical ways. But deep down, we know they, with their pocket-protectors and Excel spreadsheets and repetitive fashion choices, are the true lunatics.
My Dad walked out when I was a baby and never met him. My husband and I met online, and when he sent me a pic I heard my mother audibly gasp when she saw his picture. He apparently looks exactly like my father. Before we did get married, we did a lot of research, and we are mistaken for brother and sister at least once a month.
I did find out my father had died, and I did go to his memorial where I saw pics of him. My husband does look like my father. Weird.
I’m still pissed that I wasted a good many years of my life before I finally realized this as well.
Bibby