The passage below came from "Bitch is NOT the New Black: Are You Really Lowering Your Standards or Becoming Reasonable?" which was posted over at The Intersection of Madness & Reality. I urge all to read this post. It's a great shot of reality.
We are very different in some things. He's more blue collar. He's got the rougher hands from working with them all day. Sometimes he gets bruises. Sometimes he makes spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes, and he doesn't seem to want to get into these deep thinker conversations all the time, but I still love him. That's why I love him. Because he goes against damn near everything I thought made a man perfect and still loves me, and is perfect for me in his own way (not to mention that talking about airplanes and tools and stuff is a turn on).
I'm glad I let my guard down otherwise I would've missed out on him.
My counselor told me one time that the kind of guy I wanted would be larger than life, and would probably kill me in an effort to match my will and intensity, especially when I am upset. That's some serious shit.
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