This is the dreaded question. What it really means is, why are you unlikable or unlovable?
Today, I was asked this question by a man who was also single. I answered like I would have in my former life, pre-brain surgeries: “I’ve raised a lot of men. They go on to marry the women after me. By that time, I can’t stand to look at them.”
But there’s a lot more to this conversation. The man asking me was a cabbie I had previously gotten a ride from once before, who told me a horrible and sad story about how he was driving a dump truck in New York City and a Chinese food delivery person ran a red light and put himself under the cabbie’s dump truck. The cabbie stopped his humongous truck as quickly as he could, but of course, it took far too long and the delivery person was dragged some distance. The cabbie was so traumatized that every time he drove over a bump he stopped his vehicle and got out to look under it. The food delivery driver died almost instantly.
The cabbie also revealed to me that when he left New York to start his life over, he left his kids and two divorces behind. He had to get away from all of the landmarks and reminders, and as it turns out, his second wife was cheating on him as well. He needed to start his life over with a clean slate.
When I saw him today, I asked how he was doing and if he was able to spend time with his kids on his trip back home. We talked about how hard it was for him to be away from them, harder still to leave them behind and to come back here to return to work and deal with feelings of isolation.
I know from our previous conversation that he is a firm believer that the man is the head of the household, and that women should bear children and stay at home with them and take care of them. I’m quite the opposite – my goal has always been to find a true partnership, where I don’t have to be responsible for the household plus my job plus keeping everything straight for my husband. When we pulled into my parking lot and we got done laughing because he scraped the bottom on the undercarriage on the parking marker, I didn’t do a very good job of fending off his thinly-veiled come-on line of “So, why are you still single?” while his voice suddenly dropped to a lower level.
My first thought is, isn’t it obvious? I mean, I walk with a cane. And I have to use a taxi that is designated for use by disabled people because I can’t drive myself. Those are just the obvious things. Sometimes I get Quasimodo eyes because of the facial paralysis. There’s other factors too that I don’t discuss with strangers, and that includes my complete lack of hair nearly anywhere (except my big toes right now – why couldn’t that be my eyelashes???), and my really, super painful infection tracts that I get in various areas of my body that is another autoimmune disease. I’m sure that the fact that I’m a demanding pain in the ass is cause for consideration too.
If I didn’t have any scruples, I could have said, “Let’s do something.” He doesn’t know anyone here and has only lived in Phoenix since April. He could probably use a friend, maybe even a girlfriend who doesn’t take advantage of him and his willingness to pay for everything. If I didn’t have any scruples, I could probably explain a few things to him and he might say hey, that’s okay, let me help you, call me for anything. But I can’t do that. That’s not a partnership. That’s encouraging the same pattern for him.
I’m also trying to change my own path and patterns. I don’t believe I’m unlovable. But I no longer want to say yes to men just because they show interest in me. (I’m still surprised when anyone signals they’re interested because that’s the furthest thing from my mind; sometimes all I’m thinking about is dodging dog poop to get to my front door.)
That cabbie and I have a lot of healing and growing to do.