Thunderstorms.
My dad, whenever I brought a guy around, or would talk about one on the phone all bubbly, always said, “Yeah, but is he smart enough for you? Does he really get you? I don’t think he does.”
And I said, “Well, I mean, I think he’s smart. Yeah.”
And he said, “No, you don’t understand. Is he on your level? On the level of the brilliant, weird, amazing person that you are? Does he get YOU?”
And I would shrug noncommittally, and say, “Sure, I think so.”
I never understood what he meant until now.
Yes, Daddy. He does.
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