Everything Old Is Nude Again
I'm in my late 40s. I've noticed many of my friends reconnecting with and marrying people they knew years ago -- sometimes friends, sometimes exes. Is everybody just desperate, or is dating all about timing?
--Wondering
In your early 20s, you know what's vitally important in a partner: that he doesn't have "weird nostrils" or wear a belt buckle with his own name on it.
Then you do some living and maybe get shredded by a relationship or two, and your preferences change. In short, context matters. Context is simply your personal circumstances, and it includes factors like your own mate value, the man-woman ratio where you are (or the availability of same-sex partners if you're gay), and whether you're in a hurry to have a baby before your ovaries retire to a cabin.
It turns out that when looking for partners, we have a budget. It works like it does at the supermarket. You can buy the finest steak and lobster and then starve for the rest of the month, or you can shop more in the Top Ramen and lunchmeat arena and keep yourself consistently fed.
Evolutionary psychologist Norman Li applied this budgetary approach in researching partner preferences. Prior research had poor methodology, simply asking, "Hey, what do you want in a partner?" Well, if somebody asks you that -- sky's the limit! -- what's your answer? "Um, is Chris Hemsworth available? How 'bout Liam?" But when you're constrained, you have to make tradeoffs. You have to "buy" the important qualities first -- "necessities" versus "luxuries," as Li put it. When research participants were most constrained, intelligence and kindness were major priorities for both sexes. When budgets expanded, there was more "spending" in other areas, like creativity.
This might explain why people in their 40s suddenly see something in people they tossed aside years ago or maybe just never thought of as partner material. Basically, at a certain point, many people give up on finding the exact right person and look for a right enough person. For some former sticklers, there comes a point when they're all, "I'm game!" if a guy's address isn't WHX134 (his car's license plate) and he doesn't have multiple wives (two or three of whom he's still married to).
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Is it "desperation" when foods that would make you gag 20 years ago somehow taste pretty good now? (Or vice verse?)
When I was a kid, I HATED scrambled eggs. Now, I can't get enough of 'em.
Likewise, I used to love Hershey bars. Now if I eat one with my eyes closed, it tastes like I'm gnawing on a dirty crayon.
WallaWallaWanda at November 15, 2019 9:59 AM
I can answer this part. Recipes are constantly reformulated to lower costs. The Hershey bar that you eat today is no match in taste against the Hershey bar from ten years ago, and that one differs greatly in taste from another one made in the 1990s.
Sixclaws at November 16, 2019 11:18 AM
I've seen this happen twice to people I know.
At my 40-year high school reunion, I learned that two of my classmates, who had never dated each other in high school, had just gotten married. Didn't talk to them long enough to get the backstory.
My (now ex-)wife maintained a platonic friendship with a guy for 18 years, starting when she was 14. They never dated, but she fixed him up with several of her friends, and he was a guest at her first wedding. They lost contact for 25 years, but when he found her on Facebook and got back in touch, it turned out they had unresolved feelings for each other, and they hooked up. That was almost 8 years ago; far as I know, they're still seeing each other.
Rex Little at November 17, 2019 9:01 PM
Sixclaws, at first I was going to say that you were missing my point, but actually, you're not. You're hitting it spot on.
We're not the same people we were 10, 20, 30, or more years ago - or at least, I should hope not, as a lot can be learned in that time.
Similarly, (one would hope) our tastes and outlook mature during that time as well.
You see that geeky nerd as someone who felt passionately about their subject.
That jock? Someone who found a way to work out teen angst constructively.
That kid with the sketchbook? A storyteller.
The band geek? A music lover.
The bully? Someone whose head was in a bad place but in need of a means of coping.
The sk8ter? A rebel.
The goth? Someone unafraid to flip the bird at the status quo.
The mean girl? A very, very insecure person.
The kid who was always writing lousy poetry? A budding philosopher.
It's called growing up...and it doesn't stop once you attend prom.
WallaWallaWanda at November 21, 2019 11:02 AM
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