Funny Observation: Why I Always Attract Left Handed Men

An article by Foxy

I had a funny observation and realization about the type of guy I seem to always end up with. I later realize they are almost all left-handed, or ambidextrous. It’s not like it comes up on a date or anything. I usually noticed it much later in the relationship, when our elbows clinked together if we were sitting side by side and I was on his left, he on my right. Suddenly, I’m like, wow are you left handed? And the answer was, yes, I’m a Southpaw.

I thought, what’s the deal with the left-handed dudes? Then it hit me. The Original Southpaw in my life. That’s him in the pictures with me. My twin brother Sean, who is left handed, only I never asked him about it and we never talked about it. I didn’t realize it until we were 40! I went to visit him in Indiana, and I asked him and he said, duh, yeah I’m left-handed, always have been.

So this is like an auto-pilot kind of thing. Maybe left-handed men have always felt safe and approachable, and more importantly, “familiar” to me. This was all operating completely subconsciously, which fascinates me to no end. He was my original partner in crime. And he is a southpaw.

So that got me thinking. What ELSE do I do completely on auto-pilot like that? What recurring patterns do you find happening? I asked my mind for the answer and it gave it right away.

Can you tell who is who?

It was so much fun being a twin. At least as children. Having two of everything.

Also that reminds me of my other funky habit that a cashier noticed just last year:

“Did you know you buy TWO of everything?” I looked and sure enough! I had matching sets of two of almost every item!

When Sean and I were little, you guessed it, there were two of everything. One time, we decided to run away. So we put on our identical favorite outfits, grabbed our identical Mr. Peanut dolls (our prized possessions), and took to the open road (the sidewalk and alleys) on our “Hogs” (identical bikes with training wheels), bound for freedom. We may have even been singing Steppenwolf’s Born to be Wild…

We went REALLY far! All the way down to the end of the block before freaking out at an actual street we would have had to cross. Whoops! So we turned back but wow, we both still remember the exhilaration of going for ultimate freedom with your best bud in the whole wide world!

That “pair mentality” habit must have also subconsciously translated into my current reality. How many other things do I do like this?

How many other things do you do? The ramifications are mind-boggling!