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Tweet saying: My bf was slow cooking ribs and I guess they were done in the middle of the night. So this man wakes me up at 3 am and goes “here babe, i brought you a rib.” So we sat in bed and ate ribs. I’ve found my soulmate.
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Tweet saying: My bf was slow cooking ribs and I guess they were done in the middle of the night. So this man wakes me up at 3 am and goes “here babe, i brought you a rib.” So we sat in bed and ate ribs. I’ve found my soulmate.
Isn’t that the whole point of relationships? For us to understand what we like, what we want, and what we don’t, and find partners who fit those things (while simultaneously fitting their preferences)? And then let people with different preferences and different characteristics find their own matches?
I certainly wouldn’t be this person’s soul mate because like you, I’d be annoyed at the lack of planning and not at all charmed by this particular style of quirkiness. But let other people enjoy the things they enjoy.