After experiencing several disastrous “blind” dates while attended an all-women’s college near St. Louis, Missouri--I decided not to push my luck a third
time. In 1973, when I find myself single again—with children—I was still cautious but, when a trusted male friend called to say that a very-eligible gentleman--with charm, looks, and money wanted to take-me-to-dinner--I thought “Why
Okay, I know the old saying “If it sounds too good to be true…” but, remember: I’d been through Hell And Back in
a loveless/abusive/destructive marriage that lasted twelve, long years. I needed to believe that the road ahead was worth traveling so I said--- “yes”. My date called to say he’d made reservations for a candlelight dinner on the “terrace”
at the Little Rock Country Club and would pick me up at 8pm. The weather was beginning to get hot but nights were still pleasant. I felt sure my new polished-cotton, designer sundress with spaghetti straps, a full skirt, and strappy heels would be absolutely
perfect for outside dining at the Country Club. And--there just might-be some dancing, too.
When the doorbell rang, my youngest daughter was close-by and opened the
door. I was in my bedroom when she came to get me--and--the look on her face spoke volumes: “Mother, you might want to reconsider going out to dinner with this man. He’s tall, skinny, has on a tank top that shows lots of chest hair, baggy
dress pants, and Mother--he’s wearing flip-flops. Worst of all, he has really long toes and they’re covered with curly, black hair! I don’t think you want to be seen at the Country Club--with him!” By this time, my oldest
daughter had met my date--then come to the bedroom to “hurry me up”. The expression on her face matched that of my youngest daughter. Could it really be that bad?!?!? I had no choice but join my date in the living room and--evaluate the situation.
Goodness only knows----what made me think---after all these years-- luck was on my side?!?!? Let me put it this way: Just because someone is Tall, Thin, and Wealthy--doesn’t
make him a fashion expert--or a model--or someone with good taste. The truth was, I didn’t have time to perform a magical “makeover” on my blind date—so--I simply told him I’d changed my mind about the candlelight dinner.
Instead, I was craving fast food and I just “had to have” a McDonald’s with fries. Besides, my situation had changed and I could only be away from home for one hour. Tomorrow was going to be a very-busy-day and I needed to go to bed early!
From the look on his face, he clearly got the message.
Although I was only gone for one hour, I paid the babysitter for four hours but--it was worth-it! My skin itches
every time I think about that tank top exposing those disgusting, hairy armpits and that chest-full of tangled and long, dark, curly hair, and--those ugly-hairy toes in flip-flops!!!!
Now, after all these years, I know WHY certain sights and sounds make me sick and why I feel agitated--even angry--when I’m exposed to certain triggers like: people who are scantily dressed and showing hunks of exposed blubbery fat; people who
dress-badly and show too-much body hair in all-the-wrong place; and people who make obnoxious sounds when they eat, chew, and slurp their food!!!! The sounds some people make when they eat--- simply drives me nuts!!!! Also---I have no tolerance for people
who chew with their mouths open or talk with a mouth-full of food!
If you--like me--are over-sensitized to any or all of the above…then you have a condition
known as Misophonia. People suffering from Misophonia have reactions that can range from anger and annoyance to--- panic and the need to flee.
Individuals with Misophonia often report they are triggered by oral sounds -- the noises someone makes while eating, breathing, chewing, or slurping!
you want to know more about this rare condition, search Google for the word, Misophonia. One article I read said most everyone who suffers from this disorder--- tests in the "genius" range. Imagine that!
I learn something interesting and worthwhile-- every day of my life.