Twice, I’ve been called an enigma – 12 years ago, and 8 years ago. Both times were by guys interested in dating me, a rare occurrence that I didn’t know how to handle at the time.
Maybe they found it enigmatic that I did flirty things for non-flirty reasons. My complete incompetence at the neurotypical dance of flirting left them with mixed signals.
If they’d asked me a straightforward question, then I could have easily answered.
My current relationship was founded on straightforward questions. The questions grew deeper over time – more intimate, more intricate – but never stopped being a straightforward pursuit of mutual understanding.
I feel knowable, and known – no longer an enigma.