The fact that she cares enough to be curious about my past is immeasurably warming and comforting.And even if I’m not as interested in her past as she is in mine, I can still name all of her family members, friends, exes, and co-workers.I’ve always been the type to want to know everything about the person I’m in love with and I ask a million questions.I’ve asked him why he doesn’t have a curiosity about the experiences that have made me who I am or the dreams I have for my life, and his response has been “You tell me everything I need to know, why do I need to ask? Some tough subjects just don’t come up over the dinner table.I honestly can’t tell if this guy is coming up short or not. We haven’t been dating as long and I guess it makes me wonder if he is as interested as I am. I think for me, it’s I don’t want to be made a fool of.I’ve brought it up once how it’s inconciderate to not just let me know you will be busy for the evening, etc and he agreed and apologized. Don’t string me along if you aren’t truly interested.
It seems like a match made in heaven and I’m crazy about the guy. And I just can’t tell if it should be a deal-breaker or not.
He has acknowledged my concern, but nothing has changed and I know I can’t make him change; but I thought by now we’d be closer emotionally because of the intimate things we know about each other that no one else does (or very few). ” The crazy thing is – as you’ve already acknowledged when you said your boyfriend is “sensitive, attractive, affectionate, and attentive,” these types of folks aren’t “bad” people.
A perfect example is the time we were discussing guns and I’d told him I’d never owned one because I am a felon. But they are CLUELESS people who would be well-served to pick up a copy of Dale Carnegie’s “How to Win Friends and Influence People”.
Maybe I’m a little egocentric, but that shit wouldn’t fly with me.
I love the fact that my wife wants to know everything about me – stories of crazy ex-girlfriends, old family photo albums, dusty old screenplays sitting in the back of my closet.