If I knew then what I know now…

From the “too per­fect to be real” pro­files at the back of Real Sim­ple comes this open end­ed ques­tion: If I knew then what I know now…

Here’s my answer.

If I knew then, what I know now, I wouldn’t have been so wor­ried about meet­ing the per­fect girl. I know, kin­da cliche. But when I look back on my life, some of the regret, most of the angst, and all of the cry­ing revolves around women not lov­ing me. I had a won­der­ful rela­tion­ship with a girl in col­lege (Hi, Helen!) but when we went our sep­a­rate ways, it was over love. I was stu­pid then (not that I’m not now), I was a mess in high school, I fum­bled a cou­ple of rela­tion­ships after col­lege, you should read my diary from then (check that, you shouldn’t) and then, out of the blue, there she was. My lover, my wife, my part­ner, the moth­er of my chil­dren. The per­fect girl. She’ll be the first to tell you she’s not per­fect, but I’ll always tell you that she’s per­fect for me.

If you knew then what you know now…