The One Quality I Won’t Compromise on in Love
Can you guess?
“Are you really that interested in what I had for lunch 😂?” (I asked, skeptical he was)
“Yeah! What can I say, I’m a curious person.”
*this text is a green flag*
I sure hope so, and I hope he’s curious about more than my lunch. I hope he’s curious about my thoughts, my feelings, my past, my hopes and dreams.
I also hope he’s curious about why things are the way they are — why #womeninmaledominatedfields is trending on social. Why we can’t seem to solve the homelessness crisis. Why women get together for brunch. Why buildings were built that way in the 60s, or why people are happiest in the Blue Zones.
My next partner must be fundamentally curious.
Because I am.
And I simply won’t settle, nor will I be stimulated, by someone who doesn’t say, “huh — I wonder why it is that way…” on a regular, consistent basis.
I’ve noticed some people aren’t wired that way. And I couldn’t relate to them less.
I walk around in a perpetual state of ‘wondering why’.
It doesn’t stress me out — I find it fun.
Wonderment is fun.
Curiosity is sexy.
Is curiosity more important than kindness? No — someone must be kind and considerate as well. Imagining my life, however, with someone who is only kind, and otherwise content to accept things the way they are, makes me want to sob from boredom.
No, I can’t do it. I want to analyze and dissect the world, discuss it at length, be philosophical about it for no reason, other than — I have a brain, and I want to use it.
Point blank, period.
So, I hope this man in the text is really as curious as I want him to be.
If not, he can quite honestly take a hike.
