I do not believe in soul mates.
But if I did, I don't think Scott would be mine.
Last weekend, my parents, Scott and I got in to a conversation about love and relationships and marriage. Offhandedly, Scott mentioned that we don't have anything in common, and my mom seemed a little shocked by this - a married couple admitting that they don't have anything in common.
I wasn't surprised by Scott's comment, because we've talked about it a few times before. The fact is, we don't have much in common except our shared history. I don't like what he likes, he doesn't like what I like. The things we each enjoy, well, the other really doesn't. What we have in common are the things we have shared over the past five years - our families, an extended group of mutual friends, our condo, Chicago, etc. I love him with my whole heart, but I don't like his interests a whole lot.
When I first realized this, it startled me a little bit. What does this say for the longevity of our relationship? But the thing is, it doesn't bother either of us. We're both happy hanging out together, and we're both happy hanging out with our other friends. I fell in love with Scott because of (or, possibly even, despite?) his interests, and I think he would say the same for me. I want him to continue enjoying the things that interest him, and he can explore those things with me, or more often, without me.
So, truly, we don't have much in common.
Except each other.
And I'm just fine with that.