Another late night talk. He confessed he was 'difficult'. Which, when I inquired further, was because his ex had told him he argued too hard when discussing ideas and politics.
Thinking about it the next day, I realized how low the bar is to be a good man.
He isn't going to beat me, rape me, steal from me, cheat on me. He isn't an addict. He didn't send dick pics. He isn't emotionally closed off. He isn't going to gaslight or patronize me. He hasn't asked me to change my appearance. He doesn't expect me to cook for him or 'mother' him.
My mom said the other day that Donald Trump's comments weren't shocking to her, that all the men in her generation have something of that mindset.
Women put up with a lot it seems.
So I think I've found a rare jewel, and wonder how he was single so long. (Underemployment aside...)
And as for the arguing thing, both Walrus and Nerdboy told me I argued too hard too, so maybe we're a good fit.
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