A Personal Ad

Posted on June 8, 2010


We don't really smirk like this.


No, really. We’re not into anything weird. We’re just tired of talking about the weather and the price of gas. And we’re hoping there are others out there who might be feeling the same way. Here’s a little about us.

We enjoy traveling, partly because it reminds us that we’re not the center of the universe, and partly because it allows us to see that other people have bad weather and expensive gas, too. We like collecting things, I think because it creates the illusion that we have some control over something, and that we can turn a little part of the chaos into order. We also like gardening, even though it completely contradicts the previous sentence.

We’re not wealthy, or brilliant. We certainly don’t know everything, and don’t enjoy being with people who think they do. In fact, the older we get, the more we realize how much we don’t know. Wondering about things we don’t understand seems more interesting anyway.

We’re not big drinkers, although we made some red wine last year that came out surprisingly good. We don’t smoke, don’t go to church, and don’t belong to any clubs. That’s probably why we needed to go looking for friends in the first place.

We’re Americans, and have been living in Canada for the past twelve years. In some ways it’s been the best of both worlds. In other ways, it hasn’t. The truth is, there’s a line separating the two countries. It isn’t an imaginary line. It’s real. What is imaginary is the idea that people on one side of the line are inherently different from those on the other. They’re not.

We’d like to meet a few individuals or couples (or families) who don’t care where we were born, or at least wouldn’t base a relationship on it. Who’d like to get to know us as much as we want to know them. Who enjoy listening as much as talking, and learning as much as teaching. Just a few people who aren’t out to impress us. We’re not easily impressed. Nor are we that impressive ourselves.

In short, we’re looking for friendship. Not the fake kind you see on television. We’re all too busy for that. (And besides, the thought of spending every waking moment with our friends doesn’t seem all that appealing.) But a real-life connection, an authentic and comfortable relationship, now that seems appealing. It also seems to be getting harder to find.

Maybe it will find us.

This is more like us. Except, I don't wear yellow shirts.