No I’m not intimidated by you

She looked at me and said, “You know I always wondered about this but never asked.” “What’s that?” I said. “Well a lot of men I had met or been with in the past weren’t ready for what I brought to the table. Not to brag or sound conceded but a lot of them were intimidated by me because I’m smart, independent, not afraid to speak my mind, and didn’t need a man to validate who I am. Yet there you were and let’s be honest when we met you were apprehensive about women in general after what your ex put you through, but my irresistible charm wore you down you.” She said laughing. “That and your eyes” I said smiling. She continued “Yet despite your apprehension you never seemed to be the least bit intimidate by me.”

I looked at her and said, “You didn’t intimate me because you’re everything I always wanted. A partner who can stimulate my mind, challenge me mentally, and share my insatiable thirst for knowledge. A partner who I can spar with intellectually, one who has their own thoughts and ideas and doesn’t always agree with my positions but can logically justify theirs. A partner who exudes self confidence in both who they are and what they can accomplish.”

“I knew you didn’t need me to validate who you were and that was sexy but I also knew that you understood that I would never leave your side whether I was acting as your sounding board or giving you advice. If I offered you a shoulder to cry on or gave you the space you needed to work it out on your own I knew you were smart enough to understand that when I did those things it wasn’t because of some desire to show you that I am the man but because you’re my partner and I knew you would do the same for me.”

“So, no I wasn’t intimidated by you I was falling in love you.” and with that she looked at me and smiled and said, “You know don’t let this go to your head, but I love you to.”


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