I’ve often thought that it’s silly that anyone would think that there’s just ONE romantic person for each person. I mean, that’s a) crazy from a biological and evolutionary point of view and b) crazy because why and how?! There are zillions of people on the planet and we all have a zillion different tastes, so how in the world could there be just ONE person for each of us?
And then . . . What if that one to-be partner dies in a car crash at 10 yo . . . Or is aborted . . . Or gets hit by a bus . . . Or never leaves Uzbekistan while his ‘true one’ is in Iceland? The other partner will never be whole?!? That just can’t be right. It just can’t.
Lucky for me, I never really have to think about that because I found my non-ONE, my friend and husband, in AO. I’m really lucky.
I spend most of my time thinking about how lucky I am. We argue, sure. Too often, probs. But we work together, live together, raise a kiddo together, so it seems like it’s not crazy. At the end of the day, despite too much time together, there’s still no one else I’d rather be around. I got really lucky. Really, really lucky. And sometimes I find myself thinking, maybe there is just the one right person. But I know that’s crazy.
life and puppies 
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You’re probably correct logically, but what are the chances that you’ll find that second right person? Once you find the person who is just right for you, the thought of finding his or her second is pretty daunting. I have always known that Mike was not perfect, but he was perfect for me. And once you have had what was perfect for you, the idea of being able to do it again seems equally silly.
I love couples in love, especially when they are also parents. Good for you and A.
Awwwww. I’m luckier, though.