(Three posts in one month? This must be some kind of record for me.)
A while ago, someone posed the question "do you think there is someone out there for you?" My immediate answer was no. My answer, a few months later, is still no.
There are a lot of reasons for this. I could reach back into my past of growing up, and how I wasn't surrounded by the boys. Few rarely showed interest in me; those who did, were the shy, quiet, and yes - awkward - ones, who didn't actually like me. They just thought they did because I was kind to them when others were not. Even growing into adulthood, and occasionally dressing up and wearing minimal makeup, men were not falling over themselves to get to me. My former spouse once insisted that I'm incredibly attractive and that there are plenty of men out there who would be lucky to be with me. He also said in the same breath that I don't give out vibes of being easily approachable. He said a lot of things. The majority of them turned out to be untrue, so we can't really say he's a reliable source.
I'm awkward. I'm also quiet and shy. I'm nerdy and weird. I'm a lot of things, honestly. But I at least know I'm awkward, and I pretend it's part of my charm (ha). I don't really care one way or the other about it, frankly. It's part of who I am and I live with it and that's pretty much that.
When I was younger (teens to early 20's), I usually found myself attracted to the tall, skinny, nerdy type of guy. Largely influenced by my brother who, you guessed it, is tall and nerdy. I used to say if he wasn't my brother I would want to marry him, because he's a good man.
Then I met the man I used to be married to. And he definitely wasn't the tall/skinny/nerdy type. He was strong and bulked and somehow didn't fit into the gym rat stereotype, because he was also intelligent and knew a lot about a lot, and could match my wit. He was my kind of weird (the only other people who are my kind of weird are my family members...shocker, truly), he was nerdy, but he was also (at the time) gentle and kind. I felt safe around him, and I loved that I didn't have to worry about being protected, because if anything happened, I knew he was strong, and with his experience in fighting, I knew he would fight to protect me, and win.
We didn't have every single thing in common, but we did have some things in common. And while he had a lot of interests in things I didn't particularly care about one way or the other, I made an effort to show an interest in those things, because they mattered to him. There were a lot of ways he balanced me out. I would get anxious about things, he would try to help me center myself and calm down. I would always be in a rush to get from point A to point B on a trip, he would be there to help take things easy, and enjoy the journey, and not just race to the destination. I believed certain things because it was how I was raised, and my answer to why I believed what I believed was "because it's right" and he questioned that. Because that wasn't a sufficient answer. He made me realise I needed to figure out why I believed what I believed, and not just believe it because it's how I grew up. And he also helped me see the world isn't as black and white as I saw it before him (although it's still black and white in the ways of right and wrong, but his perspective helped me see that I needed to give people more empathy and grace).
I think about when I was a kid, and the boys I had crushes on, my crushes were superficial. Because it was about looks, and I was attracted to their faces. Also, what kid with raging hormones is going to think about things that matter when it comes to crushes? Things like character, values, beliefs, integrity, etc. Thankfully, none of those boys ever liked me back (with the exception of one in 6th grade and boy I blew it big time); but I also knew that I would never end up marrying them, so after crushing on them for a certain amount of time (who doesn't like to suffer from unrequited obsession?) I would work on suffocating my feelings until they went away.
When I was older, I found myself attracted to guys who were decently older than me (think 10-13 years). This was usually due to the fact that they were mature, and usually at least more intellectually on my level. The man I found myself in love with (he never knew) was probably the first man who ever felt my equal in intelligence, and we got along well (in our very short interactions with each other), but he didn't share the same beliefs, so I knew it wouldn't work out.
The one thing that my former spouse lacked was sharing the same beliefs and values, even though previously I thought we did. If we would have been on the same page on those things, he would have never broken the covenant he made on the day we got married. He would have sought after the same things, meaning things that are not material and ephemeral, but things that truly matter, like doing what's right (even when it's hard), keeping your word, honouring and respecting and loving your spouse, etc. etc. etc.
He was a good match in a lot of ways. Because he balanced me out, because I was attracted to him and felt safe with him, because I knew he would protect me, because we went on adventures together, because we were both introverted, because we had some shared interests. It would have been better if he would have put in the same effort in sharing an interest in the things I liked, just like I did with him. Or other things that I won't get into. We all have room for improvement.
I don't think there's anyone out there like that. Someone who basically would be like him, except sharing the same beliefs and values. Someone who is intelligent, that I find attractive (because that does matter to a degree), someone who follows through on their word, someone who shows up, someone who fights to stay together and to nurture the relationship, someone who doesn't give up when things get hard...it's a long list. Not to be weird (who am I kidding, this is me we're talking about), but it would be nice to find someone like me. That's not to say I'm the best thing ever and someone should be exactly like me; more so that I just want someone who puts in equal effort. Who sees I get tired of making plans all the time, and who would take charge and plan things here and there (but planning things we would both enjoy...not just what they would enjoy). Who would make an effort to show an interest and spend time doing things I like, and not just be one-sided. Someone I could have deep and intellectual conversations with about faith and things that matter, but also be weird and strange and goofy and not be judged for it. Someone who puts in equal time in the upkeep of the living space because we both live there and contribute to the mess, so we both put in the work of keeping it clean.
And this isn't even getting into the different political spheres. The men who align more with me politically are - and this is a gross generalisation - men who think women are lesser, that women should be meek and mild, men who think that their word is law. They see women as breeders of children and keepers of the home. Not people of equal value, who also have a voice in the house and in the marriage. It's a view I don't 100% agree with (although I am very much not a feminist - I just think two people of equal value and worth both have voices and perspectives that should be valued in a relationship). But then the men who are more of the mindset where the house is shared equally (in terms of who gets a vote in things, chores done, care for house and children, etc.) are men I don't agree with politically. Unfortunately, those kinds of men also tend to be on the more intellectual side, and on the more adventurous side (in terms of...intimacy, shall we say).
It was rare enough the first time to find someone who seemed to like me for me (although he ended up not liking me), who was my kind of weird, who said he understood why men went to war over one woman (Helen of Troy), who found me attractive and I him, who was comfortable talking about normal human body functions, who was okay with crying, who encouraged me to cry and feel things (bet he regretted that), who tried his best to comfort me when I was sad or down, who was a renaissance man and knew a lot and could do a lot...
There's no way I'm going to find someone like that again. The first time was a miracle. It's not going to happen a second time.