I used to love his personality; he used to be a very warm and affectionate guy.
But things changed with time. Everything human was entirely wiped off his face. The sincerity of his smile waned, the life in his eyes died, even his hair that used to be soft and pleasant to touch became stiff and brittle. His warmth gave way to numbness, sardonic grin, glassy look, and a ramrod back.
His mind was purely mathematical; he lived in the three-dimensional world, where everything was thoroughly measured, evidenced-based, and highly logical. Over the years, he kept constraining himself to viewing everything through the prism of numbers, calculations, and statistical significance. In the end, he found himself entirely buried in the conviction that the reality can be observed, touched, assessed, and explained.
He knew that everything has the beginning and the end, and nothing lasts forever. He lived in the world of material women and reasonably prudent men, of social stratification and power inequality, and of blue and white collars.
His mind got caught in the web of black and white, yes or no, true versus false, and conservative/liberal paradigm. He was totally enslaved by his brain and incapable of seeing beyond the acquired life knowledge and experience.
Locked in the matrix of sound judgement, rationality, and compulsory protein consumption, he became extremely rigid and painfully case-hardened. He denied feelings, savagely suppressing love, and proudly discussing the victory of facts over intuition.
The personality was completely gone, but I still loved his penis. It was big and hard, the only thing about him that seemed to function well while his mind was mercilessly imprisoned in mathematical reasoning, composed hypotheses, and evidence-based findings.