The fact that he was academically a star and physically a hunk turned me off. I figured he'd be egotistical, and ignored him. He approached me, and was obviously itching to have sex, after just a few hours of conversation. Way too fast. Not a good sign. But I gave him a chance because he struck me as strangely insecure (about what?), bizarrely naive, and interested in a relationship with feeling and substance. Strong and vulnerable, all at the same time. The sex - lovemaking - was phenomenal. Everything else made absolutely no sense. He had qualities that could not possibly all exist in the same person. Yet, they did: a living, breathing paradox. I got hooked on trying to figure it all out. 16 years later, I'm almost there.
From a more practical standpoint, I don't know anyone who works as hard as he does. He has low self-esteem, which leads to self-destructive decisions and behaviors sometimes. But I can relate; I do that too. He's a good provider, he forms deep, lasting attachments, he's loyal (even if to the wrong people), and if he gives up trying, he always finds it in himself to try again. His blind spots are very, very hard on his partners - including me. But I can see how hard he tries, so I try to try, half as much as he does. He was the "Energizer Bunny" back then, and he's the same way now. What else would he do? No one ever told him he couldn't. I keep at it because he inspires me.
Wow. You really love the hell out of this guy, huh?