theMan - In College, my nickname was jackass. I was not an asshole. I was a jackass. I made chauvinistic comments and told chauvinistic jokes to rile girls up, would not walk them back to their dorm at night, and insisted splitting the check after a first date. I firmly believed that love was just a chemical reaction in your brain and that there was no reason to have titles (i.e. girlfriend/boyfriend). I felt that by not having a title girls would work harder and be nicer for a longer period of time. I was terrible in relationships but at least I warned people. After College, my plan was to work hard until I was thirty and then settle down after I was financially secure and it was convenient. I had an image in my mind of what I was looking for in a woman and could describe it to people. With a busy work schedule and clubbing and going to the gym as my only activities outside work, I had difficulties meeting girls but I was fine with it as I was focusing on my career.
theWoman- I’ve always gotten along better with men than with women. I had male friends and numerous boyfriends. I enjoyed the company of men but I never found myself drawn to anyone. I considered myself somewhat of a man-eater and I was proud of it. I was used to getting my way and doing what I wanted to do. My heart’s idea of what real love should be was in constant opposition to the logical side of my brain. I knew I wanted a career – and not just an average one- and I also knew that the likelihood of having a great career and a great relationship was rare if not impossible. Maybe it was my years of social conditioning by a mother who was determined to see me successful but I theorized that getting involved in a serious relationship would push me to drop or put my career in second place. I used to think I had to choose and that life had to take one of two routes – the relationship route or the career route. But then I met the-Man and my life hasn’t been the same since.
