I Don’t Care if You Drive A Porsche

I don’t care if your shoes cost a fortune. Or if you  Work for IBM or J.P. Morgan, went to Yale,  or drive a Porsche.  I don’t care if you have three houses.

I don’t really care how rich or busy or important you are. Or how broke either.

These things don’t impress me or matter to me.

I want to know what kind of person you are.

I want to know what you  believe in.I want to know what you ache for and what brings you joy.

I want to know how you handle the challenges that life throws at you.

I want to know what  you live for.

I meet many people who drive a Porsche and have tons of money. I like many of them, but not because of what they have. I like them  because of who they are.

When I first met H, I knew he was different than the other guys I had dated.  He brought me strawberries on one of our first dates.

He asked me about my childhood, what kind of kid I was in school, whether I had acne when I was a teenager.

I lived in a small apartment on the military base, but he didn’t care.  I owned a house by the beach and an apartment building in California, but he didn’t care about that stuff either.

He wanted to know what was inside. That’s what I want to know  too.

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