To Be or Not To Be... in Awe

Yesterday, I confided in Thor that I sometimes fear that he will tire of me because I am intellectually apathetic and that I feel he simplifies or skims when he speaks of topics he's interested in because he thinks I will not absorb it.  He sometimes just drops it.  He does it not because he thinks I'm stupid but because he knows it does not interest me.  It's not my fault he's voracious for knowledge and is never content with simple information but researches and cross-references with other materials.  His mind to information is a school of hungry piranha to a chunk of meat.  He attacks it until it is fully consumed.

One of my friends, Dr. JB, told me to be in love with someone is to be in awe.  I guess this is true.  If I were not in awe with Thor, he would not enthrall me.  If he were an ordinary guy he would simply be that to me with opinions and thoughts to be dismissed.  Unlike now that I am besotted so I exert feeble effort to keep up with his interests.  I do Google and read at least 30 words of any topic.

He told me my fear saddened him.  Maybe he fears he will bore me with too much information and then I will treat him like an ordinary guy?  Perhaps someday, I will yell for a cup of coffee to keep me awake while he speaks about his topic for the day?

My practical, jaded side whispers in the back of my head.  She's muttering something about what the hell is all this ruckus about when this is all temporary so drop whatever worries me and bask in the glory of our passion afterall it will eventually wane, fade and die.  Flip your hair, fix your push-up bra and don't think about it because it is a bunch of nonsense.  Que sera, sera.  

Isn't she ever so wise?