I always wanted someone as intelligent or more intelligent. For me, tall, dark and handsome wasn’t the end of the matter. In fact, I didn’t want dark; I wanted chocolate brown. I remember I used to say ‘a shade darker than I am’. I couldn’t quite imagine talking and not being understood by my spouse because there was a huge gap between our levels of intelligence.
I wanted to be confident if we went out with friends or colleagues; assured that he wouldn’t say anything that would make me want to hide under the table in shame. I also wanted an excellent other perspective to issues I would deliberate and decide to share with my spouse.
While on campus, a friend of mine told me about an older man she was going out with. Her dad had warned her about this intelligence matter but she didn’t pay any attention until the day she heard something unpleasant and went to confront him, saying she wanted to hear from the horse’s mouth. ‘Are you calling me a horse?’ He blurted out in response. LOL. That marked the beginning of the end of that relationship.
In our circle of friends, we had a number of those discussions on burning issues and we were always on opposing sides. That gave me a chance to experience this side of him – critical reasoning, methodical evaluation, systematic analysis of the subject matter. Simply beautiful. Submission wouldn’t be such a problem then. At least, if I had to, I would be giving in to a superior argument or a sensible alternative.
One time he shared his sememster results with me. Excellent performance! I was pleased. He checked out here as well. Great stuff. Husband material!