http://blog.christianconnection.co.uk/i-was-wondering-about-playing-against-type/
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to re-post other people's blog's but this caught my attention, so I'm reposting
it.*
I was wondering… about playing against type
I had a type. It changed occasionally (OK,
regularly), sometimes depending on the last film I had seen or whoever I had
just passed in the street. But there was always someone – a hypothetical
someone – who ticked all the boxes. An invisible standard, lurking in my
subconscious, by which all potential suitors would be measured. I just had to
wait for her to glide majestically into view.
And
then I passed 30.
Maybe
you’re there already; maybe the magical milestone is still to come, but
whichever side of the big 3-0 you happen to reside, there’s something you might
have noticed. Although I didn’t look dramatically different – well, apart from
a sudden love for support tights and elasticated waists, obviously – once word
was out perceptions changed. Have you seen ‘Bride Wars’? I won’t judge you if
you say yes. Thanks to my hairy, tattooed brother (yes really) I have, and a
concept from it stuck in my mind. In summary: 30 is the last age a man will go
out with a woman of his own age; after that, he always goes younger. A woman
over 30, therefore, should expect the attentions of older men, not men the same
age, who would only be interested in younger women.
Hmm.
Thankfully God didn’t write ‘Bride Wars’.
And
yet it seemed some people enthusiastically bought into this notion. I was
suddenly suggested as the perfect companion for significantly older men. In one
case, I was solemnly assured, because the gentleman in question had “never
grown up” (hopefully not one of those chaps fond of wearing nappies). I was
also told if I could hang on for a few more years I could catch the
second-time-rounders back on the ‘market’, or even bide my time, staring
intently from a distance without introduction, for some poor chaps to recover
from tragically being widowed. None of it seemed terribly romantic. Slightly
alarming, yes. Sinister? Just a little. A pre-defined role as a companion to
the heartbroken (or Peter Pan) and I – and maybe they -didn’t get much say in
what happened next. So much for having a type. I was already being typecast.
But
then I looked around at couples I knew and saw a lot more variety. Differences
in age, culture, race, education, height, weight and background. Men older than
women but also (gasp!) women older than men. One couple born on the same day in
the same year now excited about becoming grandparents. Couples who met at youth
group and university and church but also couples who met on blind dates, by
chance in nightclubs, even on trains. Unexpected matches in which both
flourished. Where types didn’t apply, because something deeper had kicked in.
So
when long-time single friends* announced they had found love with older,
divorced single parents despite having devoted years to hooking super-hot,
younger, uncomplicated matches it made me wonder. On paper (or online) it can
seem so straightforward. This is what I want. Don’t even talk to me if you
don’t fit. The delightfully misused ‘God will give me the desires of my heart’
wheeled out to justify preferences, but unless we’re perfect (except me,
obviously) we need to broaden our horizons. Let character, sense of humour,
inspiring conversation, kindness, even differences and challenges, draw us to
others. Prepare to be surprised. See what we might be missing. Say goodbye to
types and hello to possibilities.
*Male
and female. Did you guess? 
About Vicky Walker
Vicky Walker is a writer and speaker,
among other things. Her book ‘Do I have to be good all the time?’ about life,
love and awkward moments is available now from www.vickywalker.info
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