John asked her, too. Really, what was the problem? He didn’t like confrontation, mainly because he had lived his whole life without it—until Carolyn came along. Here was a nearly forty-year-old man who never heard no, who had everything so easy that he never really developed a personality or an edge. John was conditioned—enabled, really—to see himself not just as a good guy but a great guy, the complete package. “People often tell me I could be a great man,” he would say. “I’d rather be a good one.”
