So called because he is a righteous man in his time. Also because when I first met him he had his pants hiked up so high it looked as if he were waiting for the flood.
He's long since bought new pants (one of the first big steps in our relationship). But I still make fun of him -- Pedal pushers for men, anyone? Capris pants: longer than shorts, shorter than pants, now in S, M, L, and Manly -- mostly because I can fault him little else. For one, he's brilliant, I mean absolutely ridiculously brilliant. He'd beat I-can-make-a-girl-sleep-with-me-with-both-tennis-rackets-tied-behind-my-back guy in a smart contest any day. And he's kind. And just. And loving.
He got married recently - not to me. We broke up a long time ago. He was ready to settle down. I wanted to roam. I wanted to have adventures, to spend summers in countries with names I couldn't pronounce. He said we could roam together, but I never quite believed him. That, or maybe, I just needed to roam alone.
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You're not in love with him? Face it - it's because of his pants.
Why do you have to be in love with him to date him? Should it not be the other way round? Well, maybe since we fall out of love as a result of familiarity, there is logic in not wanting to fall even more so in love. This way you can stay in love with Noah forever, without all those messy externalities of actually dating him.
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