The other day I was talking to my 9 year old son, he thinks blond girls are pretty, I said " Just like your daddy. " and my son said " But you’re not blond."
It got me thinking, my husband has always found petite, blond, and very feminine girls to be attractive. He also liked them to be a little on the helpless side, and for him to be their hero.
I have always been attracted to long haired, bad boys on motorcycles with leather jackets. The ones with attitude.
But my husband is a nice stable bald man, who’s very tolerant of me, most of the time. I’m a brunette and a tomboy, I’m also really independant. Hubby says it’s that quality that appealed to him.
Did anyone else end up with the oppisite of what they thought they wanted ?
dragongirl, funny you should bring this up. Mr2U and I were in a way talking about this last night.
He says I was exactly what he was looking for.
He wasn’t - in fact I remember telling a friend that I couldn’t EVER be with a guy who had some of Mr2U’s characteristics - it just wasn’t something that at the time I thought would “work”.
I’ll tell you one thing - I’m the lucky one. I have found the most loving, wonderful, caring, kindhearted, sharing and just plain old wonderful guy that ever lived.
And I will, on a DAILY, sometimes HOURLY basis, thank the fates and whomever else for every minute that I have been blessed to spend with him and I vowed six years ago to make sure that I showed him that every single day of his life. Life isn’t what we think it’s going to be - in my case it turned out much, much, MUCH better than I could have ever dreamt.
One thing that consistently amuses me are my unhappily single friends (people who activley whine about being lonely) who have enourmous lists of “conditions”–everyone is too ugly or too handsome or not blonde or has a bad voice or is in a carrer that they couldn’t live with or has a hobby they don’t understand or orders a drink they hate. It’s one thing when you actually daate someone and then discover that their job is not something you are willing to put up with: it’s another to rule out 95% of the people you meet as potential romantic partners because they fail to meet requirements that you have never even “field tested”, and then whine that all the good men/women are taken.
I’m white, grew up in a leafy NJ suburb, stable home, spent a lot of time hiking, bike riding, playing drums, smoking pot, drinking beer. I went to college in Colorado, lived up in the hills, spent most of my free time doing outdoorsy stuff or playing music.
I figured the woman I’d marry would be someone, well, like me.
My wife is black, grew up in Bed-Stuy Brooklyn in the 60’s and 70’s, poor, was raised mainly by her grandmother, never drank, never smoked, never did drugs, was athletic but not into the outdoors lifestyle which has a totally different meaning where she grew up.
She has an open charming spirit that never ceases to amaze me. She has a great sense of humor, an artistic mind and is into the natural world but in a different way than me. Her brother is a musician so she grew up with that and knows what she would have to put up with when I play in a band. She understands me. She’s the talker. I don’t talk much.
Our differences are a great asset to our relationship because her young life is so alien to me, as mine is to her. Deep down though, we have the same interests and values. Our differences turned out to be more complementary than antagonistic.
I was always sure I’d end up choosing not to get married at all. I was pretty certain that the life I wanted for myself did NOT include “traditional” gender roles, and that I’d never want to be saddled with the responsibilities of being a wife. I imagined myself in a serially monogamous lifestyle, able to escape at whim, and having it be all about me.
HA! I fell in love with a stable, responsible guy, married quickly, had a child, and LOVE my life. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. While my husband and I could not be more different on the surface (we share almost no common interests and are in fact polar opposites in many matters of taste), we are in total accord on matters of ethics, morals and all the important things.
Physically, I was always attracted to the guys who had dark hair, thin but muscular (I call it runner’s muscles) and not too tall. I married a guy with blonde hair who’s built like a football player and at the tall end of average in height.
I married at 20, so I didn’t have many ideas as far as personality set in stone. The man I married made me laugh more than I ever laughed before. Being happy is very important to me, so I picked someone who made me happy. He’s my best friend.
