How I Met Your Father

I saw the episode of How I Met Your Mother where they theorize that we usually end up with someone who’s most like our parents. I couldn’t agree more. If you ask my friends, they would attest that my choices of men have been quite extreme, but they all have one common denominator: They’re all kind.

 At different points in my life, I’ve got crushes for (in random order): the smart officer,  the funny yuppie, the campus politician,  the younger guy, the boring doctor, the smart & sweet and caring officer (aka the smart officer) What can I say? He made a comeback so he deserves to be mentioned twice), AND yet another holy guy. So judging from this list, you can see that I can forego bad grammar ( I know right?!), and I can forego lack of humor (well, to a certain degree, at least), but I cannot forego a good heart. And all these men— they are all kind just like my father. They treat other people well, they’re respectful and patient, and they never say bad things against other people. They say that the gauge if a man is really kind is whether he’s kind to everyone, not just you.

 I realized that unconsciously, I was actually looking for someone just like my father. That’s a tall order, I know. Because in his quiet, underwhelming yet effective way, my father made me feel special. In fact, he made me feel precious. I’m not sure if any man can ever approximate that. So maybe a guy who’s exactly like my father doesn’t exist. But I know that there are still a few good men out there who will remind me of him and who will take care of me, maybe not in the same way my father did, but in his own unique and sweet way.

 And you know what? I think I found one just recently.

 To be continued…. ;)