Walking across the parking lot, sparring about something inane. I said it first: “Our entire relationship I’ve been afraid you’re smarter.” “What?!” I’ve always been afraid you’re smarter than me!” This was our most honest conversation.
I felt closer to you, knowing our mutual fear and admiration, but I resented how confidently you spoke: Was it easier as a man? I hated being challenged, but I was prepared. A lifetime of second guessing myself.
You wanted me to think about ideas. I was never bored. Since we broke up, I’ve mostly dated men who wanted me to think about them.