With an IQ of 175, his brain processed things faster than most humans. Actually, a couple of average men put together. Think Chacha Chowdhary, that wily old comic character. Or Robert Langdon, of the Da Vinci Code.
‘What’s your biggest fear when it comes to relationships?’, I asked him once. ‘Being bored’, he said. ‘I need someone who will pose some new challenge to me, all the time. I can’t tolerate some dumb chatterbox who just gushes and gossips all the time’. ‘Guys are crazy when it comes to matters of the heart. They slip once and then repent for their life’.
Well, that was enough to scare me away for a while. How could I make this genius notice me? most things I did would seem silly to him. But my heart didn’t want to give up.
I worked hard to keep him interested. Read up on new stuff all the time – read Spinoza, even, so I could discuss philosophy with him. And then read up on the Impressionists so I could make clever comments when he talked about his visit to the Orsay museum.
But like an overworked athlete before the Olympics, I burned out.
This just couldn’t go on, could it? I could not pretend to be someone I was not. And I had to confront him with the truth, let him decide and then live with the decision.
As Valentine’s Day drew near, I was determined to make a bold move, once and for all. I resolved to take the plunge, declare my feelings, and then dare him to accept me the way I was.
Love could sustain a lot, but it couldn’t overcome a constant fear of being abandoned.
I planned all the details of our date. I got the documentation ready. And ran to open the door. There he walked in, my Valentine. I handed him a drink and then handed him the papers. ‘What’s this? Are we studying something?’, he laughed. ‘No, this is the bitter truth’, I said. These are test results from the top three IQ tests available online. And all of them show I have an IQ of 101. This means I will never be smart enough for you’. ‘So what?’, he said, confused. ‘What’s all this?’‘Well, today is Valentine’s Day, and I have a challenge for you’. ‘I will never be smart enough, but I will make it up with love. We can spend our whole life finding out who wins – head or heart. Do you accept this challenge?’
‘Honey, you had my heart long ago. but now I hand you my head too’, he said. ‘So I can act silly sometimes?’ ‘Yes’, he said. ‘And I can watch as many chick flicks as I want?’, I pressed. ‘Now wait a minute, you minx. Let’s not get carried away’, he shouted as I ran to grab the TV remote.
Neither of us noticed the smiling Cupid hovering over our heads.
This post is written for Cupid Games 2015 in association with Close Up and IndiBlogger.
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