Well, there’s been a whole lot of crazy in my life. Most of it good. But one of the first things that comes to mind is the way I met my husband.
First of all, we met way back in the day before Internet dating was the norm. Nowadays, it seems like every couple I know met online. They both knew about each other’s likes and dislikes, got to stalk and research and think about things before connecting. Definitely an intriguing concept. I remember reading Lincoln Child’s “DEATH MATCH” and wondering what it would be like to meet someone with the knowledge that you are “compatible.” In Child’s futuristic matchmaking world, when the revered 100% compatibility is reached, the pair is deemed a “supercouple” and their lasting happiness is ensured. Or is it…?
Eh, I won’t ruin the twist in Child’s fun sci-fi romp that looks at love, pairing, and the whole point of it all in the not-so-distant future, but I will say that meeting my own better half was nothing short of luck. Barely out of college, I went out dancing at a well-known San Francisco nightclub with a group of friends. He was out at the same club with a friend. Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” came on in the disco room and I needed a guy to sing it to. A couple of hours, a landline phone number scrawled on a piece of paper later, and the rest is history.
Would we ever have met if we allowed computers and technology and questionnaires to lead our fate? Probably not. Does that mean we aren’t compatible? Heck, I’m not sure I even know what that means. But fifteen years after the fact, I’m still absolutely smitten with my disco-loving man. It made so much sense at the time, but compared to the way the world works now, it feels a little crazy to meet a stranger and just…take a chance on love.