Somebody asked me what I was looking for in a relationship.
I told him I wanted someone I could learn from, someone who wanted to learn from me. I told him I wanted us to be able to discover new things together, meet new people together, look at things in a new way together. I told him I was looking for rapport, for someone who appreciated and shared my brand of silliness. I said I wanted a relationship to make my world bigger and more interesting, rather than shrinking down to a tiny life with just the two of us in it.
He said, “That’s a first.”
Is it really? That’s a little depressing.
He said, “Women usually say they’re looking for someone they can talk to who makes them laugh.”
That’s a very nice sentiment, I said, but almost everyone wants that. I could give you that answer and you’d have no more useful information about whether we’d be compatible than you did before. I’m not trying to keep my options as wide open as possible; I don’t have a burning desire to get myself coupled up at any cost. If I do decide to start a relationship then I need to know that it’s going to make me happy, and I’m not going to get that kind of certainty from platitudes.
He said, “Yeah. Well, I want all those things you just said too.”
I stopped responding.
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