Tuesday, February 12, 2008
On Valentine's Day in 2002, my roommate and two other friends and I sat in our college dorm rooms and made lists. Lists that described the hypothetical person we wanted to be with. This was about three months before starting my first serious relationship and I remember going back to the list and thinking "Not bad." Three years later (after what felt like Chernobyl), I knew I'd have a few more things to tack on should I ever revisit the exercise.
Three years after that, having recently read an article suggesting this and sensing the need for a little personal clarity in the department, I have taken to writing another list. It is supposed to have 100 things on it. I am stuck at 60. #61 has been each of the following in turn:
- "Likes the smell of used bookstores."
- "Rolls up the sleeves of button-down shirts."
- "Has a green thumb."
- "Believes in evolution."
- "Isn't bothered by subtitles."
- "No crazy ex-girlfriends still in the picture."
Each time they were backspaced with me wondering if I'm not being overly specific or if the universe could possibly misunderstand me. What if the universe delivers me a crazy ex-WIFE rather than an ex-girlfriend? A profound believer in the evolution of the flying spaghetti monster? Or someone constantly smelling like a roughshot combo of mildew and homegrown herbal?
Then I realized that I do have 59 other items on the list that would probably prevent these things (to an attractive degree). And that my cynicism was self-defeating the purpose. So I added them all back on and now I have 66. The last 34 could prove challenging so I'll just leave you with an uplifting little number I just found on the NYT site. The funniest part of the process thus far has been looking back and seeing what I unintentionally repeat. Yikes.