As I was getting my nails done the other day, I found myself plopped right beside a very chatty 80 year-old. To piggyback on my last posting, Dorothea (that is her name) had a lot of advice for me (and you). Let’s take it from the top, Grandma D was married three times, the first husband forced her to live in a house with her mother in-law and five other men–quite the experience she relates. She finally packed up and moved out, to Nevada, where she met her second husband had three more kids (she already had two from the previous marriage), about ten years later she divorced hubby two and moved onto number three (that also brought her to California).
Aside from her contextualization, and a brief interval wherein she questions my “mosquito” bite on my left jaw line (which turns out was actually a zit), she relates the following advice:
First, alfalfa tablets for my acneaic face. Apparently, her ex-sister in-law and brother had bad acne, before they both died, oh and much worse than mine, but they took alfalfa tablets and it helped. Of course, they still had scarring but the scarred acne survivors found each other and were able to look beyond their facial blotches. End of story. Are you out there fellow acne scar mate? I tend to get the red-blotchy scars, so someone with similar results would be best suited for me.
Grandma D then began to tell me how with each husband (remember she had three) they only got uglier and uglier. Wow. Then she blurts out, “honey, my third husband was so UGLY. His face was the ugliest thing I’d ever seen but I could never see anything but good–beauty in him. He treated me so well. He loved me for who I am.”
Grandma D’s commentary got me to thinking, seriously. I wonder sometimes if I even know what I am looking for in a mate. I want one, don’t most women or, rather, people? Perhaps my focus needs to be more on the inside virture versus outside appearances–maybe attraction can be found in beautiful spirits. I think it can. I think it’s just another one of those miraculous match-up rarities, though. Despite this, I think I am going to try to be a little bit more open-minded going forward in my dating endeavors. Not a lowering of my standards, no, but maybe allowing myself to get to know a wider variety of individuals–like my fellow acne sufferers!
A hopeful whit (whose zit is thankfully healing).