Online dating is all the rage, it seems. You cannot turn on the TV without seeing a commercial for a dating service, all of them guaranteeing to match you to someone with whom you would be happy to spend the rest of your life.
It reminds me of the “good old days” when a grandmother or a favorite aunt announced they knew someone who knew someone who had a son/daughter and wouldn’t it be nice if you went to a movie together. Thankfully, I never had to endure that situation, but a great many of my friends did. In a word – disaster.
But it did start me thinking. Would one of these mystical magical services have matched me with my husband, my soulmate for the last thirty-four years? Would he have picked me out of all the possible matches to his so-called compatibility profile?
So I broached the subject over dinner the other night. Without even looking up from his plate, he gave an amused snort and said, “I doubt it. We have absolutely nothing in common … except that we are perfect for each other.”
True pearls of wisdom from the poet laureate of New Jersey.
I do agree with him, however. I always have and always will believe that love is love and it will always find its perfect match if you let it. If you make things such as money or good looks your main criteria for finding a mate, you will end up hurt or alone.