"I’m always aware of all those matching websites on a count of commercials. People get matched to others with similar interests and general compatibility and all that jazz. But what if we’re not supposed to end up with someone who enjoys the same genres of musics and books and films that we do? What if we’re not supposed to end up with this person who thinks in a similar fashion to us, and likes the same pasta we do, and—what if we’re supposed to end up with this totally and completely different person from what we imagine to be our “dream” counter part? This person who’s shy or too loud, or short and not tall, or blunt or charmingly insincere? But you’re stuck with this mate of yours whom you met online twenty years ago because a dating site told you you’re an exact match. You look at them now and think of how infatuated you were about this person during the first six months of your relationship, and then how problems began to arise after a year or so, but you worked at the relationship, because you’re in love with eachother, you two are a perfect match, and then it’s three years later and he pops the question or she pisses on a pregnancy test, because it’s what you do, it happens, and it’s a whole ‘nother adventure for three more years, because starting a family is so new and you have this new bundle you gave life to, and then another bundle, perhaps two(?) come your way, and it’s new and you’ve got responsibilities now and a mortgage to pay and your oldest is fourteen now, and you and your partner fight constantly, sometimes boardering on frighteningly violent, and that spark of ‘compatibility’ you two once had has died out, it’s not a flame or a flickering fire, it’s smoke in the wind and you realize you don’t love this person, did you ever? You’re so bored and tired of fighting. But you stay together for the kids, not noticing that that’s what’s fucking up your kids’ heads about love and how people who are in love should act, should treat eachother. And everyday you wake up, you realize just how dull everything is and you stare at the person to your left, (to your right) and you wonder how you got here, and you hate them for it, just a little but more, as time goes on. And everyday you think about that other person who isn’t the dream person you used to want, because this person isn’t the person you wake up next to everyday, no, this person is the opposite of that person, this person is maybe shorter or taller, maybe very blunt or not very sincere at all, this person isn’t into the same indie music you’re so into, but that’s alright, because debate keeps the brain entertained, and this person isn’t a fan of the same sports’ team, and that’s fine too, because you two can tease eachother and make bets on whose team is going to win each season, and this person is maybe too loud or extraordinarily introverted, and this person can cook like a gourmay chef—maybe they live off takeout instead, this person likes to reinact Tom Cruises’ famous slip and slide scene in a white button up shirt and their underwear, this person might be a closet Otaku—the possibilities are endless. Every day you go to bed and every single day you wake up and you think about this person and this person is perfect, you decide, because they’re nothing like your ‘dream’ person, the ‘dream’ person who’s lying next to you in bed, snoring too loudly, with their eye lids half open, or moving restlessly in their sleep, or lying just a tad too soundly, and you wonder why the hell you clicked that link to that dating site on the Internet and it’s horrible, terrible, awful, and you wish you didn’t, but you really want to backtrack these last twenty years and go out and meet this person who’s the opposite of what you were looking for back then and it sucks."