Somehow we started talking about expectations.
It started off playful, of course, with silly name-calling and ridiculous accusations that neither of us really meant. I don’t remember how we got to it, but things turned serious and he said you’ve met all my expectations so far so of course I asked him what were they?
His answer came after a short, weighted pause, and surprised me in being less a list of expectations, but a list of characteristics that described me. I didn’t buy it at first. No one perfectly meets every expectation on someone’s list! I could name you three things immediately why he’s not my girlhood image of Mr. Perfect.