Nic is steady. His moods do not shift from one to the next, they introduce themselves first. He is level headed and even tempered. He is logical when most people let their emotions take over. He is a connoisseur of random facts, also known as jeopardy knowledge. He speaks easy with difficult words. He speaks with purpose and with care, but never misses an opportunity for sarcasm. He knows how to be spontaneous. He knows how to make people laugh, whether the situation calls for highbrow conversation or cheesy entertainment. He isn’t critical or judgmental. He isn’t jealous or controlling. He is generous and forgiving. He is easy to like, but difficult to get close to. He is particular about who he surrounds himself with and loves those particulars without question. You can always count on him, for the small and big things. He is very much his own person.
But he doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t know what kind of impression he makes on others. He doesn’t know his affect and he doesn’t know that he brings out my best.
The other day we talked about how frightening it is when someone says, “I know you” and the irony of being afraid, when all we want is to be understood. The fear lies in being misunderstood, for when the person people see isn’t who you are, or want to be. I hope he likes who I see.