There is an expression in pop culture that is the combination of the words gay and radar, “gaydar”. This is supposed to be an ability some people have that enables them to spot a gay person on sight. I don't have that, nor do I have “lousedar” or “loserdar” though either of those would be much more useful.
What I do have is “sweetdar.” I can spot a person who is totally and honestly, sweet in a few minutes. They don't even need to speak for these people cast an aura, an aroma, a sense of well being on all those exposed.
There are many mortals who are close to true sweetness and I am privileged to have some in my life. But almost all have just enough flaws to keep things interesting. These half breeds don't show up on my radar though I do enjoy them. Only the pure do and they are the exception. Recently one showed up as a big blip on my screen and it was such a marvelous feeling.
The other day the brutal, mind boggling heat finally wore my poor central air conditioner out. It just put out slightly cool air that didn't lower the household temperature and it eventually iced up. Fortunately, we had a cool snap so I was feeling very lucky though a bit fearful as to what was going to be involved in the repair.
My regular A/C man promised to make it by the afternoon but never showed nor called. I called him as dark fell, left a message and asked him to please call me. Nada. This was not at all like him but I knew the cool spell wouldn't last so the next day I called another company. Within 15 minutes, the new guy arrived and boy was I glad. This young fellow was one sweet man according to my radar. All the bells went off.
He was a giant of a man. Well maybe not that big. Since I started shrinking, a lot of guys take on giant status. Still, he was quite bear like in appearance and while pleasant looking, not particularly handsome. The eyes got me first. There was only sweet kindness in those eyes. No deception, no devilry, no capability for meanness nor pettiness , only gentleness.
We talked while he worked and I just bathed in the glow around him. It really is a physical thing. I could only hope the family he went home to appreciated him.
Now would I want one of these special guys coming home to me? Not on your life. I would feel so inferior that I would be driven to drink again. Would I want a family member to marry one? You bet though I would only hope they wouldn't take up drinking to cope. The risk for them would be worth it and Oh My, the children.
I am not sure I would want a congress full of them. I know they would only do what was best for the people but sometimes painful choices need to be made. It's that “can't please everyone” in politics thingy. Besides, there just aren't that many of them.
So the young man fixed my A/C quickly and went on to spread his sweetness around town. My faith in mankind was restored. The glow stayed for quite a while. If I knew how to bottle it or put it in pill form I could quit playing lotto.
Have you met someone like this or do you have “sweetdar?” These people, even with out the “sweetdar”capabilities, you would smile remembering.
Do you have your own specific “dar”??