Does the the love of your life look like who you imagined him or her to be before you met?

Absolutely not. When I was young, I pictured my s/o to be ethnic, probably asian, lithe, smart, and funny. I used to describe her as the caramba woman. My wife of 24 years is very whitebread, full figured, not well read, and with very little sense of humor, yet I will tell you without hesitation she is the love of my life.

the love of my life is my daughter

and she looks very much like me

I never really dreamt of a mysterious woman that I would marry or anything like that. I always just tried to start relationships with real people I’d met and liked. Most of them started as friendships.

nope, my hunny buny is half my height with long dark hair, mocha skin and chocolate brown eyes..and I’m as white as they come with a big ol’ head!

Nope

Not at all. Just goes to show: fantasy is not reality.

Actually, yes. Tall, brown hair, attractive, english.

Yep. He’s smart and kind, as witty as they come, and laughs full force with his whole body. He loves learning new things and is calming in a crisis. Physical features never really came into my thoughts on the matter.

Kalwest I know exactly what you mean. I think my expectation had more than I like to admit, with what my father looks like. I always thought I’d be with a tall lanky man. Other than my father looking like that, I have no other reasoning for it haha. My husband is short, barrel chested, and stocky. Not what I had in mind, but I love him anyways :)

Not so much—I always thought I’d be with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. Before I met my husband, the shortest guy I dated was 6 feet tall. My husband, while certainly good-looking and in great shape, is about an inch shorter than me. I guess I figured that because I’m tall, the love of my life would be, well, taller. So even though I never wear heels anymore, I still adore him.

Nope, she was a brunette, shorter than me, who loved the sun and looked great in a bikini. My woman in reality is none of those. She would look great in a bikini, but she never wears them out of fear of the sun (with some justification, as she has had some cancerous spots on her skin removed).

Not so much, no. I always preferred taller men, and he is taller…I just didn’t think he’d be that much taller than I am. (He’s 6’5” to my 5’2”) He was losing hair…he shaves it all the time, now. I always liked a fuller head of hair, but I love his hair when he shaves it. I’ve dated guys that liked to run, since I’m a runner. He’d rather have his nails ripped off his fingers, than go for a run. We tried it once, about 1/16th of a mile in, he said he’d wait for me and he did.

I did get the great personality, witty, smart, fantastic laugh (from his toes up!), genuine and loving. Loyal, respectful and won’t take my crap, either. In that sense, I got the exact person I hoped for. :)

The more time we are together, I realized something about him, he’s a lot like my dad. Same sense of humor and sensibilities. I did good and I’m very thankful!

@cak: Lurve for “1/16 of a mile”. :^>

I love the water. I’ve written here before about kayaking and canoeing and surfing, etc. My fella has trouble with waves in any sort of small craft. He gets seasick. He can sort of float in a pinch but can’t really swim. If I could change one thing about him it’d probably be his relationship with water.

To his credit, he tries for me. On a still day he makes an effort, and on a choppy day I wouldn’t ask him and put him through all that.

@cyndyh – I was being generous! He swears he ran to the edge of parking lot, which was a lot shorter than 1/16 mile. ;~P

My s/o does not look like what I thought I would be marrying. I always wanted someone who was asian, filipino, or indian [black eyes, black smooth hair with brown skin, basically]. And here I am with another puerto rican [my ethnicity] and happy as a duck in a pond. He’s tall [that’s good], muscular [also good], sorta soft [that’s good too], can grow facial hair [WIN!], and has beautiful hazel eyes [I can excuse them for not being solid black ]. :P

Not at all! Different ethnicity, different height, different body type, etc.
And it’s not just physical. Different interests and temperament as well.
But now that I’ve met them, I can’t really imagine it any other way!

@cak: LOL! I’ve known people like that and the idea always makes me laugh.

@cyndyh That reminds me of my husband and me—but with land, not water. I love to go hiking, spend time at local parks, and just explore nature. He hates it! He’ll happily spend time outside playing sports with the kids, but ask him to trek up a hiking trail and he’ll just about collapse. He does it, from time to time, and even manages not to complain too much. I think he goes along with it more for the kids’ sake than mine though!

@MissAusten : That’s one we sort of worked out. I like the long slow hikes, and he prefers that if we’re going to hike let’s hurry up and get there and have lunch already. So, now he brings a camera and I can hike as slow as I want because he’ll just stop and take a lot of pictures along the way. I don’t have to do all the stop-start rushing around. He’ll catch up and get ahead of me and be there in the end together.

YES!! I’m sorry to shout, but my answer to this question is a resounding yes! I have known ever since I was a little girl, no more than 10 years old, how I would recognize the love of my life. I kind of thought I had run into him a couple of times over the years but it didn’t feel right. When I saw him I knew immediately, I just knew, there was no mistaking him. Another cool thing? He knew my name.

Not at all but I certainly wouldn’t trade the REAL love of my life for the FANTASY love of my life of years ago.

@Leanne1986 : Yeah, I hear David Cassidy and Bruce Jenner are both busy these days. :^>