When you first meet someone who may be of potential romantic interest…what are signs that one show that they may fit very well into your life? That they’ll fit in well with your friends (and family)? That you will fit in well with theirs?
Poll thread. Not advice thread.
I think a girl will fit well into my life if she:
*Is a girl gamer. Rare. Even many geeky and tomboyish girls are not into video games. Besides fooling around on the internet, it’s my favorite thing to do at home while I’m passing time. It would be fun to share those moments with someone else.
*Has a diverse group of friends. I have a very diverse group of friends, I would feel weird if she is uncomfortable around such groups. On the flipside, if she had a very homogeneous groups of friends, I would feel uncomfortable around them.
*Enjoys drinking, but not a lush. It seems like many people are at one extreme or another in this area, I like the happy medium. Doesn’t mind people using marijuana. I’m not a user, but I am open to people who do so.
*Androgynous. In touch with both her feminine and masculine sides.
The thing about girl gamers, although I love them, is they generally suck at gaming - at least competitively. A rare exception was my WoW arena partner who was a RL female and we ended up making gladiator together (highest rating) in 2v2 arena. Of course, she was also Asian, so that explains a lot.
But there are actually a ton of girls who play WoW. They just aren’t as into the PvP aspects as much.
But, but, but… she’s a girl without a penis! What more could you ask for in WoW?
My first love played EQ as well as anyone I knew. She was also the only person who could routinely beat me at Rocket Arena – talk about chicks with guns. Definitely one of her hottest aspects
Are Asians known for their prowess as gladiators or what? I just found out recently what the difference between a goblin and an orc is so you’ll have to excuse my ignorance.
Gaming, not necessarily gladiating. They invented the first MMO a few years after gunpowder, then briefly experimented with ragdoll physics during the summer of 1989.
You know I don’t associate with very many video game players but I don’t think any of my Asian friends have ever played video games, as far as I knew. Not a single one. I guess I knew one Chinese girl who played a game with her boyfriend but it comes to mind only because she really hated it. I’ve never heard that stereotype.
Someone who is just cool. If we don’t like the same movies or music or food, that’s cool with him. If he doesn’t get into my hobbies but supports my hobbies and is cool with them. If he’s cool, he’ll get along with my friends and family.
I’m not saying “wishy washy” - having his own passions is good too. But I’ve gone 30 years being passionate about my own stuff, on my own. I don’t need someone to be as passionate about the same things as I am. That might be weird!
Likes dogs. When I brought my now-husband home for the first time, he let my dog sit in his lap and shed all over him.
Plus, he ate all my pot roast with homemade noodles, and we kicked his whole family’s collective ass at Trivial Pursuit.
When I had a migraine, he put bath towels over all the windows so no light would get in the room.
My wife first met my family at Thanksgiving. There was a moment when it was just my family, and my sister said “She certainly seems to fit, doesn’t she.” Hard to beat that for a sign. Then again, the last person who knew I was going to propose to her was me, so…
I take it as a good sign when your best friend says “That girl’s a keeper” as opposed to “Do NOT marry that girl!” Not that I need his advice, but it’s nice to hear that I’m not blind about her.
My family can be pretty crazy and is extremely competitive. We love a good scavenger hunt, and when my then-bf Mudshark teamed up with my mom to uproot a church’s marquee (while dressed as either pirates or siesta-ing Mexicans, I forget what the godawful theme was that year), I knew he’d stand a pretty good chance of survival. Especially when their team won. My cousin’s gf procured a live chicken for her team last Halloween–an extremely good sign for impending holy matrimony.
Laughing at Thanksgiving dinner when my dad,(who has the drinking capacity of an 90 lb cheerleader despite being a huge, box-hurling UPS man, and is already shitfaced off of one beer), walks into the room with a Cleopatra wig from Halloween shoved down his pants and protruding from his fly like crazy black pubes, and offers them some more corn casserole.
If they let my Newfoundland drool on them without (much) (obvious) revulsion.
