A Man That Merits Respect

Jim has this theory about me. In my last post, I discussed D, my
best friend’s fiancé. The thing about D and I is that…well, he has always rubbed
me the wrong way. I can’t point to anything about him in particular that has
kept me distant, exactly. The things I can say is that I have known him for
  almost four years, but I probably couldn’t tell you his favorite color. I am a
person who is very open, and I like to get to know people, especially those that
are going to be around for awhile. He definitely is someone you really have to
take your time getting to know.


Another thing is that I can’t read him. While I am open, I also
gauge how much I share with a person based on their facial expression while I’m
talking to them. With D, I can never tell what he’s thinking. That bugs me.
Still, neither of these reasons justifies disliking someone which I’m ashamed to
admit that I have struggled with.


Jim pointed out one day that he thought he’d figured it out. He
said that my dislike came from the fact that I like strong, capable, confident
men and that D comes across as anything but. He is the kind of guy you’d expect
to be cared for by other people. I dismissed the idea of ridiculous—who was like
that? Well, me, apparently.


Like I said in my previous blog, D and Jim have been talking
  about domestic discipline. Since then, I have noticed a new confidence in D and
  I admit it prods respect from me. I realized that when we were around him I
began saying “yes sir” and trying a bit harder to be friendly. Darn it! Now I
have to tell Jim that he was right! Don’t you just hate that???