I have had so many theories over the years about who my husband is and why I haven’t met him yet (unless I have met him)? Do you ever think like this?
He must be…
Older (than I’ve ever dated).
Younger (than I’ve ever dated).
Married.
Becoming frum.
From a totally different background or community and we have yet to be connected by someone in common.
British (or South African, or Swiss, or Australian).
Living in Israel.
I once met my neighbor at a shabbaton, as in my across-the-street neighbor who for some reason I had never met and who had never met me. (When I sat down, he looked at my name tag and was like “Are you from such-and-such street? Because I never saw you in my life.”) Wouldn’t that have been the craziest, to go around the world and find what you were looking for waiting back home?
