Even when A and I disagree, or I bite his dick off, as he puts it, we end up laughing (e.g., today I got a $100 parking ticket for leaving my car parked out front during rush hour, and he asked, “Why did you do that?” so I had to tell him what a ridiculous question that was; he apologized, and made a joke, and we laughed). He’s got just the right amount of vulnerability and responsibility. And I am able to figure out how to ask for what I need from him. He doesn’t always do it right away – for example, he has trouble controlling his impulse to push the buttons when I’m buying a train ticket from a machine, when I need to learn how to do it myself! – but I can address it without either of us feeling wretched.

He’s just, overall, not annoying, and we tend to want to do the same things, from the small details, like what to eat for breakfast, to the big picture, like where to live. He worries about me a bit, but in general, his optimism and sunniness and happiness that we’re together wins out. The main concern is that we are so wrapped up in each other, and in enjoying the small pleasures of life together we seem to forget about silly stuff like work! (I’m sure this will pass, but I do need to find a separate work space to begin to create some structure.)