When Opposites Attract

I am 62 years old. I’ve been around the block, down the street, and over the hill a few times in my life and in all of those times I have been told that opposites attract. Recently, while googling this fact, I learned that most people in the world of psychology think this is a myth. I don’t think I believe them. And here’s why…

Cliff and I have been married for 43 years. I can honestly say it’s been an interesting 43 years. A fun 43 years. At times, a trying 43 years, but always a very good 43 years. I attribute all of that interesting, fun, trying, good time to the fact that we are NOT ‘two peas in a pod’. In fact, we couldn’t be more opposite. Here are just some of the facts…
He is of Asian descent. I am of European.
He is a quiet man. I am a loud woman.
He tans easily. I have tanned only once in my life and I think it was a fluke.
He is left-handed. I am right, which also signifies that he is right-brained and I am left.
He rolls his toothpaste from the bottom, very neatly. I squeeze wherever my hand lands. (I like to think this as a sign of creativity and not laziness, but he disagrees.)
He gets things done immediately. I am very good at procrastinating.
He takes a while to fall asleep, mostly because he is thinking of the things he needs to get done. I drop like a rock.
He has excellent short term memory. Mine is better long term.
He is a thinker. Me, not so much.
He is very good with directions and can remember where he’s been and how to get back there even after many months. He instinctively seems to know which direction is North, South, East, and West. I am very directionally challenged. Whichever way I am facing is North.
He is very aware of my directional shortcomings and yet, well…let me tell you a story.

Savannah is one of our favorite cities. We both enjoy it for almost all the same reasons, but one. We both enjoy the historical sites and the fact that it’s a great walking city. But, my favorite part, which is not necessarily Cliff’s favorite part is E. Shaver, Bookseller bookstore. Would I travel all the way to Savannah for a bookstore? Yes. Yes, I would. But now, I have found another reason to love Savannah and it’s right around the corner from the bookstore.

The Tea Room! On our most recent trip to Savannah, one taken with our daughter, Rachel and her family, we stumbled on The Tea Room. Rach and I love tea and found an especially enjoyable, very caffeinated one called Mauritius. Actually, our first time in The Tea Room and still in the middle of “the virus which shall not be named,” I might have almost tasted someone else’s tea, thinking it was my daughter’s. I only touched it, which at the time was bad enough.

Anyway, after tasting the highly caffeinated Mauritius, Rachel and I decided that we would like to come back in the morning for a cup. Then we decided that it would be fun to walk back to get our steps in. Then Rachel informed me that she and I, by ourselves, would never make it. Yes, sadly, I have passed on my directionally challenged gene to my daughter.
I thought we could still probably make it with some good directions, after all, it was only about a mile from our hotel. And so, I asked my husband. You know the one I’ve been married to for 43 years. The one who knows me better than I know myself sometimes. And what did my dear husband say?

“Just go southeast, Rox! You can’t miss it.”

Assuming he was expecting me to navigate by the stars, I reminded him that we were going in daylight. He then attempted to explain “southeast” to me. Quickly recognizing his folly at trying to explain that which, to me is unexplainable; he agreed to walk with us in the morning so we could get our tea. He’s a good man, which is not to say that I’m not good. The whole opposite thing can only go so far, because really, in the light of all eternity, it’s not that big a deal!

About Not That Big a Deal

Roxanne has a gift for writing and making people laugh. She enjoys sharing both with as many as she can.
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