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lundi 10 octobre 2011

How I plan to win the Nobel Prize for Physics (or something)

*blinks*
*squints at the light*
Errrr... hello? Anyone still out there?

Sorry to have been MIA for so long. Things have been kind of hectic, kind of tough of late and I just haven't found the time or energy to write here.

BUT - I have made a HUGE discovery. Yes, really.

I've figured out why the chances of me staying single for the rest of my life are so high.

It suddenly hit me, a couple of weeks ago. And the reason is so stunningly simple that I don't quite understand how I didn't figure it out before...

OK. Here goes. The Magic27 Theory of Relativity.

Back in the summer, I half-heartedly signed up to an online dating site (by which I mean that I didn't pay the subscription fee (can't afford it anyway) so can't really see the profiles I'm sent, but do get a sort of summarised version) and I get an e-mail from them every day or so, presenting 3 "likely" candidates. As I said, I don't have full access to these profiles but it doesn't matter. I just can't imagine EVER contacting (or even WANTING to contact) any of them. And a couple of weeks ago I tried to figure out why NONE of the men even vaguely appealed, even though many of them seem like perfectly nice guys.

And it's so simple - the "me" that I imagine is the "real" me isn't actually the "real" me at all. What I mean is that the online dating site is sending me the details of men who are in their 40s, guys with a sensible job and hobbies and stuff, and most of them have children, etc. And that's totally reasonable on the part of the site BECAUSE THAT (apparently) IS THE "REAL" ME (well, some of it, anyway). But in my mind (in my fantasies), that's not me AT ALL. In my mind, I'm still young (late 20s, say) and so the thought of "dating" a guy in his 40s is pretty much repellent (an exception could, of course, be made for either Johnny Depp or Pat Monahan or Jon Hamm). When I see a guy on TV, or in a film, or a magazine and think "hmm, he's cute" and start having little fantasies about this guy and me on a romantic date somewhere, the guy in question is ALWAYS a young guy.

At the same time, if I DO manage to put myself into my "real me" mindset (like if I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, God help me), the idea of dating a guy in his 20s or early 30s is equally repellent (so young! so very, very young! and not in a good-right-for-me kind of way!).

I know it's all relative, this young-old thing. But seriously, a guy in his 40s seems sooo OLD, whereas a guy younger than me seems sooo YOUNG. And I've known for a long time that I don't really look the way I (like to) think I look, which certainly doesn't help and makes for some rather disappointing moments. I just can't seem to assimilate that I'm really, for reals, 42 years old, with 2 children (one of whom will be going to middle school next year) and a mortgage and what have you.

It's a recipe for disaster - or solitude, anyway.

S = (RM + FM)/IYOC,
where S = solitude, RM = real me, FM = fantasy me and IYOC = incompatible young-old conundrum.

But this monumental discovery might be worthy of a Nobel Prize, perhaps. And that would certainly help my increasingly dire finances (wolves at the door, people, wolves with big, sharp teeth at the door). I'll let you know if I get the call from Sweden...

Oh, and by the way, I can't believe it's a coincidence that the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything is 42 and that, right now, I'm guess how old...

6 commentaires:

Christina a dit…

Ha! Great post. The answer to everything is 42 even if we don't know what the question is. I'm right behind you so I'm looking forward to unlocking the code to the meaning of life.

Younger guys...not what you think. I'm asked out only by younger guys and I always feel like I'm babysitting. I would gladly take a grown up 40 year old guy any day over an immature young one.

Starthrower a dit…

I,being 44, can so relate to this! Online dating hasn't been the greatest for me either. Is it because I really don't want to find someone, I'm always wondering. I see myself as spinster someday. A spunky spinster, though. Maybe I need to adjust my thinking. I'm happy dating one guy,he's 48, even if all we'll ever be is friends. At least he satisfies my craving for male energy.

Cari from Bubble Gum on my Shoe a dit…

Good post! Here's what I think, who cares what the age is? You're attracted to who you are attracted to, and that can't be helped. But it certainly does help to be attracted to what's on the inside rather than out.

I totally see where you're coming from because I feel like a spritely 26! My body just doesn't want to cooperate with me.

Sarah a dit…

It's bizarre how we see ourselves. I remember looking in the mirror one morning and wondering who on earth it was. It didn't look like me at all. I seemed to have aged overnight.

42 is a fabulous age for both men and women so don't despair. You just need to get out there.

Magic27 a dit…

Sarah - that's exactly it! I look in the mirror and the face I see just isn't at all the one I expected to see and I can never quite believe that this, this face staring back at me, is actually me. In my mind, I look totally different (much better, if I'm honest). And I still can't believe I'm 42... it's not so much that I perceive 42 as old, more that I can't believe I'm a "grown-up"...

ndib a dit…

Good return to form Magic! Funny post! The answer is pretty simple though, just go for guys 35-39 in their profile! They're younger than you (makes you feel good) and not too young (a waste of time). Bon chance.