He positioned himself exact and matter-of-factly; pointing at my temple, my crouch-and then poked into my chest as if he was digging at my heart:

“Part of me feels like, yeah, I’m getting your time, I know I got your mind, and now I have your body-but I want your heart Angie. I want some total act-right Angie. I do. I need that from you,” he pleaded-looking me in the eyes.

I could not respond. Instead, I sulked and cuddled under his arm like it was him that I was hiding from. And I was. I did not know how to reply.
That night, it was almost as if our roles were reversed. He was that girl in love, giving it-under the guise and hopes of a love that was forever after all.

I was that guy who loved her, but wanted the option of having her forever after all, however, preferring to take all: one day at a time; shying away from her countless conversations about solidifying what they had.
You see, the solid and unique thing about Rem, unlike any man that I had ever known, was that his role as a man (in and of itself) really was “switched.” Unlike the average man-who lead by his penis-Rem (like the average woman) considered his lovin’ and his dick-a gift and prized possession. Not because of ego and narcissism, but because he was principled and structured (yet-still sexy, fun and not uptight).
For him, gone were the days of fucking on urges. He needed a reason-he had matured past that dick-of-urgency stage. A stage most men never reach.
All men lead with one through all these things: their mind, their heart, their dick and/or their money. Rem led in that order.
A lot of men lead with their dick and/or their money (if they got it); fucking their own hearts and minds, as if they did not have one, or have no clue about what a heart and mind was used for.
Rem had it all in a bag.
He knew his worth as well as what he was working with, and a woman had to earn that dick. It was exclusive and incredible, and so was he. So in some way, like the average girl, having given herself to that man she loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with, Rem, felt hurt. He needed some answers that night-but for me-I didn’t even know what I wanted to do with myself at the time, let alone a man like him.
It takes a certain caliber of woman to understand and appreciate that caliber of a man. They are so few and far between, that a woman would have to be evolved in order to recognize him if she met him. I just wasn’t that woman-that evolved woman-so I ducked, dodged and sulked; afraid to answer him, because I couldn’t.”