Her Boss @ 2007
I like him because he's so much more than his flaws. The dichotomy appeals to me. If you lift the veil of physical pain and emotional pain, you see a man who is wickedly funny, talented at many areas of life, intense, probing, just, driven, and a little bit dangerous. Every girl likes a hint of danger, after all.
Those intense blue eyes, it goes without saying. But how about the way he lifts his brow, the lines around his mouth that appear when something you do merits an honest smile? His deft fingertips, his strong forearms, the hair on the back of his wrist, the way the collar of his shirt meets the back of his neck--I even like his taste in clothing, although it's wrinkled most of the time.
There are other masculine aspects that might actually be a turn-off if they weren't accompanied by a sense of irony about himself, his crude jokes, noises, gestures, and a complete inability to not take the cheap shot whenever and wherever possible.
People say you love despite character flaws. What is so wrong with actually loving the flaws? I can't figure him out. He drives me crazy. But I love how the room wakes up when he's on his game, and how he challenges me on every level, he makes me a better doctor, and I know I have a much better understanding of people and their motivations just by watching him attempt to screw them (and me) up.
I am over him in one way; he's not who I thought he was when he hired me. He's not simply deep or filled with some sort of pathos that might be worth exploring between the dinner table and the bedroom. He does sometimes take pleasure in causing pain. And he's not waiting for a savior; he's utterly inscrutable.
But I still want him. Now I know it's largely that I was physically attracted to him more than anything else, and that hasn't gone away. It's the sensation I had that led me to believe he was attracted to me, too. I'm still not certain I was wrong about that. And lately, I find myself falling in love with him all over again. Only this time, I'm falling in love with someone I've started really getting to know.
Those intense blue eyes, it goes without saying. But how about the way he lifts his brow, the lines around his mouth that appear when something you do merits an honest smile? His deft fingertips, his strong forearms, the hair on the back of his wrist, the way the collar of his shirt meets the back of his neck--I even like his taste in clothing, although it's wrinkled most of the time.
There are other masculine aspects that might actually be a turn-off if they weren't accompanied by a sense of irony about himself, his crude jokes, noises, gestures, and a complete inability to not take the cheap shot whenever and wherever possible.
People say you love despite character flaws. What is so wrong with actually loving the flaws? I can't figure him out. He drives me crazy. But I love how the room wakes up when he's on his game, and how he challenges me on every level, he makes me a better doctor, and I know I have a much better understanding of people and their motivations just by watching him attempt to screw them (and me) up.
I am over him in one way; he's not who I thought he was when he hired me. He's not simply deep or filled with some sort of pathos that might be worth exploring between the dinner table and the bedroom. He does sometimes take pleasure in causing pain. And he's not waiting for a savior; he's utterly inscrutable.
But I still want him. Now I know it's largely that I was physically attracted to him more than anything else, and that hasn't gone away. It's the sensation I had that led me to believe he was attracted to me, too. I'm still not certain I was wrong about that. And lately, I find myself falling in love with him all over again. Only this time, I'm falling in love with someone I've started really getting to know.