It’s a funny way this world works. He loves her when she doesn’t even see him. Then she loves him and he happens to be looking the other way. The other her is prettier than than she is, has skinnier legs and better skin. And just when she is getting over him, he breaks up with the other her, but now she is dating a new him that is better looking, with a better job and bigger muscles.

        It all seems a bit unfair sometimes. We are beings that roll through this world looking for a person that can carry us through the days with laughter, joy and adventure. She wants the man who can see her with dirty shirt and a bandana after a long hike, and he will still lean over to kiss her forehead, thinking she is beautiful. She wants a man that doesn’t see that she looks like hell and smells even worse, but carries her when her knees are too bad to finish hiking. He wants a woman that laughs at his shockingly coarse jokes, sweetly rolls her eyes and then shakes her head. He wants a woman who will come over for beer and hotdogs after long Saturdays outdoors.  They both want to be people who laugh, and go to parties, and sing in front of their friends, who dance in the kitchen when they’ve had too much to drink.

       But how it is that we walk through this world and almost miss each other? We brush shoulders with hims and hers that seem to do all of that, and yet, it doesn’t all feel just right when it all goes down. There is too much, not enough, they live too close, too far and everything in between. He has eyes for her, and she never sees him.  He always has a girlfriend, and there is never a chance to even think about dancing half drunk in the kitchen.

      Are we really all at the whim of timing? Is it really about rubbing shoulders with the amazing hims and hers in our lives, and looking around one day to realize that there is so much more? And what if she isn’t lucky enough to have fireworks and butterflies? What if it’s just a matter or choosing to see him? Is dancing drunk in the kitchen, or going to parties or singing in front of our friends the memories that 50 year marriages are made out of?

      Maybe it is all just timing. Hoping that he is lucky enough to be single when she looks his way. Hoping that he finally asks her out on a date when she opens her eyes to see him. Hoping that their worlds collide at just the right moment to explode into years of beautiful memories.  

I know that I hope its enough. I hope I can be the girl who is in the right place at the right time and has eyes to see. I hope that I get to be the smelly girl who gets kissed on the forehead, and laughs at inappropriate jokes. Because maybe just maybe, if I can plan it just right, schedule my blackberry to the tee – maybe one day my timing will be dead on and I too can have an appointment that reads “Fall in love with the right man today.”