Swimming in a fish bowl

Dear future hubster,

when I say I wish you were here, it doesn't just mean I'd need you rub my back and play with my hair and look at me with eyes glazed over because you think I'm so damn amazing. You can do all of that of course, but more importantly, I need somebody who understands what I do just enough to listen to me talking about it, be that work or school or some obscure DIY project I let myself talked into. Somebody who is genuinely interested in what motivates me and what discourages or annoys me. Somebody who doesn't take a movie as just a date out, but as a potential conversation, even debate starter. Somebody who shares their thoughts not only for me to admire them but to challenge them if they can be or need to be. Somebody who presents a problem not only for it to be solved, but more for it to be thought about, analysed, learnt from. Somebody who doesn't mind the "how was your day" routine to end up being a four-hour debate about the state of public education.

See, dear future hubster, sometimes it's hard to tell whether a relationship is "intellectual", and maybe it's not even that important as long as we can make it meaningful.