PERSONAL: LOOKING FOR THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN

I'm fairly certain I have Ted Mosby Syndrome.(From the show-How I Met Your Mother.) What I'm talking about is this drive, this yearn, this desire for finding, as Ted so regularly puts it, the mother of my children. You may be thinking "that doesn't sound too bad ." Yeah, alone, it doesn't. Having that drive to find the One isn't a bad thing at all. It's the premature head-over-heels-and-land-on-your-face-first component that's the kicker part of Ted Mosby Syndrome. And this applies to all girls we take interest to, even the ones that we don't even know that well yet - say, girls that we meet once or twice, but then have to leave for a news report about a guy jumping off a bridge, or something like that.  It's a sure killer for men like us.

People with Ted Mosby Syndrome are normally well aware of the fact that we have it. We are acutely aware that yes, it's crazy to feel such a way about a girl. Yes, we know that it's stupidly juvenile and naive. And yes, we completely torn apart by the reasonable and understandable fact that it's unreasonable and freaks girls out. But I'll tell you one thing though ,we care. We care to be there when you need a shoulder to cry on. We care to love and cherish each day with you no less than the day before. We care to actually care about you more than anyone on this planet. And why? Because that's who we are. It's part of Ted Mosby Syndrome.

Having said that, I need to address the pink elephant in the room. Some people see Ted Mosby Syndrome as the signature indication of a desperado. In fact, I'm sure that if you look at anyone who claims to be in Ted Mosby's position, I'd more than likely be inclined to agree that they probably do appear to be desperate. And perhaps they are. But when you look at these people, I want you to look at why they want that someone special in their life. More than often enough, they want them because they think that it will complete them and make them "happy". I put "happy" in quotations for a reason *as I put both my index and middle fingers in the air and do air quotes*. Ladies  a man does not rely on woman for contentment of his own. What happens when their partner no longer keeps them satisfied? What then huh? When you have Ted Mosby Syndrome, you love because you want to give; not because they have an heart warming smile, gorgeous eyes and beautiful hair, not because they're rich and they buy you stuff, and because they make you feel better - regardless of the method or context. But to just give and give everything because that is your very nature. Nothing more. Nothing less. Right from the very beginning when you first see her; like something out of an old movie where the sailor sees the girl across the crowded dance floor, turns to his buddy and says "See that girl? I'm going to marry her some day."

I'd be lying if I said that all men who truly have Ted Mosby Syndrome are completely happy. By golly gosh, sometimes it's miserable, frustrating and down right depressing. The condition can have those effects and I'm sure we've all seen the toll its taken on the person whom this condition was named after. But do you know why we feel like this? It's because we have all this loving to give but it's being used, thrown away, rejected or even ignored and that's rough going, especially when you only mean to make her truly feel loved. However, it's all part of the process and in the name of finding the One. And in the end, we know it's going to be worth it. As Mr Mosby declared himself in his pilot episode monologue:

"You know what?  I’m done being single.  I’m not good at it.  Look, obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met you love her, but…it sucks that you can’t!  I’ll tell you something though!  If a woman – not you, just some hypothetical woman – were to bear with me through all this, I think I’d make a damn good husband, because that’s the stuff I’d be good at.  Stuff like making her laugh, and being a good father, and walking her five hypothetical dogs."


 I’m not ashamed that I’m like Ted Mosby. He knows what he wants….he’s been through hell to get it…and now he has it. But that’s not even the coolest part. Whenever I tell my kids how I met their mother…my voice will change into Bob Saget’s!!! I can’t wait!