I've always had a habit of rooting for the underdogs. I mentioned the 2nd grade, hand-holding romance earlier. This little boy was also the subject of classroom gossip and teasing. Why? For so many reasons it's sad to recount but one in particular was that he had warts. I remember this because I was given so much grief for touching his hands. "Oh no, Maria! Warts are contagious. Don't touch him!" I refused to acknowledge such nonsense. When he gave me a little ring (probably from a box of Cracker Jack) and a special card on Valentine's Day, he sealed my devotion forever. I met up with him and his wife at a reunion about ten years ago. He's such a nice man and his wife is lovely. Why are kids so awful growing up?? He survived. I'm glad for him too.
I had a discussion with my husband and friend just recently about the guys in my life. How I'd never been interested in dating popular or extremely good looking men. My attraction led me to funny, intelligent fellows; ones who had something quirky to say - who caught my attention. The physical stuff; the bulging muscles, the chiseled face, the steel blue eyes..if they had some of these traits, that was nice - if not, I didn't care. It was always the personality I fell in love with. Looks fade eventually. I'd rather die laughing with my partner than being worried about how good he looks in a casket.
I know I've mentioned this before, but I've been blessed. Not only for the gift of my husband, Eric, but for the many experiences and loves before him. Without these guys helping me become the maniac I am today...well, that's just it - I'm special and unique because of their funny, intelligent, interesting, and quirky personalities. They've kept me laughing and questioning, discerning and passionate. I'm glad I've always rooted for the underdogs, because after all...they're definitely worth it.
P.S. For my dear ones, and you know who you are, I pray that the women around you recognize the wonderfully quirky, loving, and incredibly handsome underdogs right before their very eyes.