Avi was one of those women who make lists about what her perfect man would be like. Big. Mistake.
Before I got married, I spent many, many years single. So much so, that my mother would start to give me dating advice and/or lie to her friends about my relationship status.
I did make a lot of mistakes along the way – some which I learned from quicker than others. Finally, I found someone I could spend the rest of my life with. Or so I thought.
Let me explain:
On a particularly low note during my singledom, I heard that if you want something to happen in your life, you need to write it down.
While I am not a believer in hocus-pocus, I had previously written down goals for work, and they came true. For this to work, you can’t just write down “married with 2.3 kids and a white picket fence”. You needed to be specific about who you wanted to marry. And that way you could compare any future dates to your list and eliminate them before wasting too much of your valuable time.
So I did it. I wrote a list.
Somewhere along the way, I forgot about the list and only discovered it after saying “I do” to my husband.
Turns out, I should never have gone on the second date with the man I married.
Let's just say, he didn’t score 100% on my list of husband criteria. Let's look at some of my requirements:
#15. He must be a little older than me.
This was my deal-breaker. I was firmly opposed to even thinking a younger guy was attractive. And every time I would meet a potential guy, I would somehow sneak in a birthday question faking interest in his star sign and Chinese horoscope (where you need the year too) to calculate how old he was.
My husband is the first person I never asked about his birthday. And by the time I did, I was already hooked. And yes, he's younger.
#6. He is athletic.
Now, while my husband assures me that when he was in high school he was the most sporty, active jock, now his "playing sport" is watching footy and basketball on the TV.