Can you deal with your honey not caring about what makes your heart sing (provided you know what that thing is)? I’m not talking about that job you’re on the brink of quitting every other day, a shoe collection or your soft obsession with a celebrity, but that thing that you could do every day for free if you had the chance.
If you are a pastry chef or baker, when someone asks your boo what you do, would you feel comfortable if he/she said, “She makes cookies and shit”? If you’re an artist, would dating someone who doesn’t care about your pieces or attend your art exhibits fly with you?
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