The first time I laid eyes on him, I wasn’t sure what to think. This man had to be in his late thirties if not older. He was about as far from what I pictured based on the little I had been told about him. Certainly he wasn’t “my type”. Tall, athletic, and BALD. Yes, bald.
The interesting thing is that after talking to him a few times, I realized that I was looking forward to our meetings, trying to make sure I looked presentable. I was the girl who never knew much or cared about make-up and now I would sit in front of the mirror making sure that my make-up looked natural, my hair styled. Suddenly, nothing in my wardrobe seemed right. This was not a man who would be interested in someone who didn’t care about the way she looked.
What changed my mind wound up being one of the biggest things that I didn’t realize I was missing in my previous relationships. Stimulating conversation. Most of the time started by him, but if I had something to say, he would listen. If I had a question, he had an answer without being cocky about it.
Last week, Shelly said to a mutual friend, “I can’t believe you thought I would EVER be interested in him,” after our friend tried to set them up. For a brief moment, I started to doubt what I was feeling. Then I realized that I don’t give a damn that some other girl isn’t attracted to him. If she didn’t take the time to dig a little deeper and see what a great man he is, that’s her loss.
If and when I’m on the free market again, I hope I remember how good it feels to have a conversation and put that higher on my list.