But in avoiding the “charmers,” as Mum always called my dad, I’ve found those guys who like to poke holes in my personality at every turn. In the past, I’ve dated such serious men—the ones who, when they tell me that my excitement over collecting stickers is infantile, I listen to. If I’m too excited over something simple, I’m not acting my age. If I’m too deep in my own thoughts, I’m not fun enough.
