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.
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.
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.