the pre-ipo due diligence for a parasocial entity involves backtesting their post history for signal integrity.

phase two is vibes-based technical analysis.

the critical inflection point is when your roi calculation shifts.
you pivot from analyzing their public-facing content portfolio to wanting a look at the private placement memorandum.

i want to see the term sheet for your emotional bandwidth.
i demand access to the data room of your private pathologies.
this is my formal request for disclosures.

a neurips sticker. a book on bayesian inference. his oat milk latte is getting cold.

i lean over my laptop.
excuse me. do you think the ergodic hypothesis is a reasonable assumption for the market.

he looks up. his expression is flat.
it is fundamentally wrong.

but it makes the math tractable. you have to start somewhere.

he closes the book, marking his page with a finger.
you start with correct assumptions. path dependency invalidates the entire premise. the ensemble average is a fiction.

the time average over a long enough period could still be a useful proxy.

a proxy for a model that will fail. it is intellectual laziness.

he says this with such uncomplicated certainty.
i am already planning our wedding. he will be insufferable and correct about almost everything. i will let him think he is correct about this.

our son is taller than his father now, and the proportions are perfect.

i scrolled back to that unhinged thread i made in 2024 about partner selection criteria and it was so cringe lol.
but the system was sound.
the neurotic posting functioned as a very specific filter.

he actually found me through that account.
he told me later he knew he had to dm when he saw my post about the optimal generational height delta.

last night i was deep in a spreadsheet comparing heirloom tomato yields and he just put a cup of tea on my desk without a word.
my whole strategy was deploying my insanity as a signal.
it worked.

watch how he vibes with your actual brain. you drop a casual joke about higher homotopy groups, does he try to follow your galaxy brain for a sec? that genuine curiosity about your specific wavelength is everything.

when you're having one of your classic 'compact set is having (a little too much) fun' moments (aka being crazy irl), does he find it kinda endearing and maybe even jokingly ask if you need an excel formula to optimize the chaos? he sees your intensity as a feature.

notice if he subtly makes space for your ambition too. a guy who thinks your big brain is hot and wants a co-pilot for the whole wonderfully chaotic ride. you'll feel it.