вЂњHow did you know I was the One?вЂќ
If you were ever to ask us this question point-blank, you might see a flash of panic in our eyes. It's not because we're trying to hide something. It's not because we're thinking Ah, she's caught us! Now she's going to find out that she's NOT the one. We might panic for a second because it's an impossible question to answer. It's too complex, too ambiguous, too contradictory. All the exact opposite of the confident declaration of the love you're seeking.
If we're really smooth, we'll come back with something sweet, romantic and/or silly, something that compliments one of your best qualities:
вЂњI knew you were the one when I saw how you treated my nephewsвЂќ (your natural maternal instinct).
вЂњI knew you were the one when you kicked my ass at racquetballвЂќ (your skill, your grit, your drive).
вЂњI knew you were the one when you kissed me in the middle of that Slayer concertвЂќ (your love of truly hellacious metal).
In reality, there may never have been a single moment when we realized you were the One. Maybe, even now, we don't consider you the One. That doesn't mean we don't love you completely, it just means we don't think in those terms.
A Question of Emotional Survival
First off, the entire idea of the One makes us uncomfortable. For a long time, our emotional survival depended on the idea that there is no such thing as the One. Being a single man means dealing with a lot of rejection; no one bats a thousand, after all. Unless he looks like Chris Pine, a single man will strike out far more than he scores.
That's okay. Striking out is not a sign of failure, it's a sign of trying. It shows that a man is not letting any single rejection demoralize him. Hopefully, he'll be able to take a woman's lack of interest with grace, remember the old saying, вЂњThere are plenty more fish in the sea,вЂќ and move along.
Dating should be a learning experience, right? We should gain a little insight into every relationship, even if that relationship consists of the 20 seconds it takes for a woman at a bar to shut down the guy trying to buy her a drink.
But the idea of the One implies something else, as if each relationship is like buying a lottery ticket, hoping to hit the grand prize. A losing lottery ticket has no value; it's a discouraging way to look at our love life, especially when you consider the odds against winning.
The Mathematics of True Love
The other side of вЂњmore fish in the seaвЂќ is that we are aware of all the other beautiful women out there. Even after we've established a long-term relationship with you, we haven't forgotten other possibilities, other roads we might have taken.
Yes, we love you, but there are several billion women in the world that we've never met and never will meet. Can we honestly say that none of them would be as good for us as you? The probability is high that a certain number of these women might actually be better for us than you. We don't mean to be harsh; it's just a question of mathematics.
(What's that you say? That there are, mathematically speaking, at least a billion men who could please you more than we do? WhyвЂ¦ why that's ridiculous. What nonsense!)
We Can't Quite Believe You Put Up With Us
Women sometimes complain that their men are egomaniacs, far more pleased with themselves than they should be. This is undoubtedly true of some men, but at least as often, if not more so, what a man is thinking is, вЂњI can't believe she wants to be with me.вЂќ
We're not as smart as you, we're not as mature as you, and we're not as sensitive as you. We smell awful most of the time, we always leave the toilet seat up, and we don't know how to listen. Our sex parts are weird looking and we fart in bed.
By rights, you should be running in the other direction, but for some reason, you stay. That's one reason we love you: because you love us. Unfortunately, that's not the answer that you want to hear.
The Absence of the Question Is the Answer
Do you ever ask yourself if the air is your favorite thing to breathe? Or if gravity is your preferred way of staying connected to the surface of the earth? We're guessing you don't (or at least haven't since junior year in college and that weekend you experimented with peyote).
That's kind of how we feel about you. Without you, we'd suffocate. We'd be hurled out of our lives into the coldness of deep space. Maybe the best answer to вЂњHow do you know I'm the One?вЂќ is this: we know because we never even thought to ask ourselves the question.