SEEING IS BELIEVING.
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 Not?!?!?
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 that 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 that ...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, I knew he 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----oh!....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 show hunks of exposed blubbery fat; people who dress-badly and show too-much body hair in all-the-wrong places; people who make obnoxious sounds when they eat, chew, slurp their food!!!! The sounds of people eating drive me nuts!!!! AND.....I have no tolerance for people who chew with their mouths open or insist on talking 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. The disorder is sometimes called: selective sound & sight sensitivity syndrome.
Individuals with misophonia often report they are triggered by oral sounds -- the noise someone makes when they eat, breathe, chew, or "slurp". If you want to know more about this rare condition, search Google for the word, Misophonia. One article I read said that most ALL who suffer from this disorder test in the "genius" range. Imagine that!
I learn something worthwhile... every day.