Ages ago, when I was an ambitious young litigator in high heels and Italian suits, I almost had an affair on our firm's annual associates' retreat. We all got terribly drunk, and I ended up getting into bed with the hottest male associate at the firm, but then I freaked out and had a moment of drunken clarity that I didn't want to deal with the marital aftermath of this, so nothing happened. I confided all this later into my beloved paralegal friend and said, "I find him so attractive, though." She looked at me and said, "Well, of course, he's your type."
"I didn't know I had a type."
"Huh. I have a type? How 'bout that."
Then, as the years went on, I ended up divorcing my husband (maybe I should have gone for it with the hunky lawyer after all... God, I just wrote "hunky lawyer." Shouldn't that be an oxymoron?). The same day husband #1 packed to move out of our apartment, I ran into and gave my phone number to the man who ended up being husband #2 (known as the Sober Husband, which is especially fitting as Husband 1.0 drank more than I did and should perhaps be called Scotch Drinking Husband or Self-Medicating Husband). As we dated, the similarities between husbands 1.0 and 2.0 became more and more uncanny, and it became, well, duh, more than obvious that I do have a type. A very specific type. There may not be many more of this phenotype out there, so I'd better make sure this one drives carefully and doesn't get food poisoning (note: he would NOT get food poisoning from my cooking, but he is prone to leaving crappy food out unrefrigerated overnight and insisting on keeping it and eating it. I make him swear he won't feed his toxic unrefrigerated leavings to the children. Most memorably, he insisted on keeping and eating liquid nacho cheese in a giant Costco can which was left over from Burning Man and had visible mold on it. He scraped off the mold and ate the remainder, which left him ill for over a week. The words "I told you so" did spring to my lips, I am ashamed to say).
Anyhow, here are a few of the similarities which have caused me to call this husband "husband 2.0, the upgrade":
- both have degrees in physics and worked as physicists;
- both have advanced degrees (husband 1.0 a master's, husband 2.0 a Ph.D);
- they each left physics and moved into developing computer software;
- their fathers both died when they were each quite young, in their 20's;
- their mothers both hate the Drunken Housewife, and both are bad cooks;
- they are tall (1.0 is 6'4"; 2.0 is just exactly six feet tall);
- both have very dark brown hair (quasi-black) and dark brown eyes;
- they are skinny ectomorphs, although 2.0 is much more underweight than 1.0;
- they both have the same funky heart valve issue, mitral valve prolapse (the main consequence for 2.0 is that he has to take antibiotics before he goes to the dentist; I heard on the street that 1.0 had his valve replaced after our divorce);
- both smoked a lot of pot as teens (they were each scruffy stoners as teens who went on to become high achievers in adulthood);
- both fathers spoke German, and they each grew up hearing a lot of German spoken;
- both fathers were scientists;
- each is the oldest son in his family and was the Golden Boy in his parents' eyes;
- each wished to marry the old Drunken Housewife (although that is not such a strong identifier for this phenotype, given that the old D.H. also received marriage proposals from four or five other guys who were more dissimilar). To be precise, I was a drunken lawyer or drunken grad student in the days of those proposals. It was Husband 2.0 who took a perfectly good litigator and turned her into a drunken housewife.
I'm going to guess that they're both trekkies.
Good one, Freewheel. Both were fans of Star Trek: The Next Generation, although 2.0 doesn't come off as a Trekkie because his cute li'l geeky obsessions with Dr. Who and Red Dwarf are so much stronger.
And I'M guessing mitral valve prolapse. Make sure he does take antibiotics for dental and any other procedures or situations that might involve infection. My brother in law ended up with a heart AND brain infection (and subsequent valve job) He had to become a househusband and his wife had to go to work. But in the BIG picture, I think everyone is happier now. He was a bit of a workaholic and wasn't too involved with the family.
You're right, Silliyak! I just edited my post to appear more intelligent. Mitral valve prolapse it is. My ex did get his mitral valve replaced later. Like your brother-in-law, he was a workaholic, also (his workaholism was the #1 cause of our divorce, followed by #2 stick-in-the-mudism and #3 inappropriate relationship with obnoxious coworker). Husband 2.0 is pretty careful with the antibiotics, but I should stay more on top of that.
Oops, I hope stick-in-the-mudism is not a deal breaker for commenters...not that i'm one...uh, live long and prosper?
And I thought I had a "type" because college boyfriend and husband were both blond, scientific math guys...I'm amazed at how much alike your first and then 2.0 were/are...
Did 1.0 remarry "to type" as well?
I was actually 1.0's second wife, and I don't know how much I resembled his first wife, because he never talked about her except the occasional bitch about how she allegedly reamed her in the divorce. She was his high school sweetheart. I don't even know her name or what she was like. After me, he went on to his obnoxious coworker, but I don't know if they married. She was very unlike me (introverted, unable to cook, quiet, very passive-aggressive, whereas I have a big, in your face, personality).
That's so funny that you married again true to type, too, Missy. We're a lot alike.
And Sillyak, you're always a favorite commenter here, even if you're possibly, slightly a stick in the mud, and you're probably just imagining that. Sticks in the mud can still be fun if they are witty sticks in the mud, as opposed to workaholic ones who are overly involved with a passive-aggressive, possibly autistic coworker.
I'm somewhat worried that I also have a type, and that boyfriend (now) is actually just a variation on cheating manipulative controlling husbands version 1 and 2, only with a larger frame and better cooking.
I think I know logically that he isn't, but there are some weird and frightening similarities at times.
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