She knows.
I can say that I haven't met a person yet who "gets" me like she does, doesn't want to try to make me into someone I'm not. It's nice to feel like even with all my scars and imperfections, that maybe
I am "good enough" just being me, that there's nothing wrong with me being atypical, that there's no expectations to be uber-macho. She's perfectly fine with the fact that I am more "Clark Kent" than "Superman"-- I'll peel off the suit and tie, step up if needed, but I don't want to be anyone's superhero. I want a woman strong enough to stand on her own.
The most wonderful part though is no pressure, no rush. It's enjoyable taking the time to talk, to get to know her, and to enjoy that comfortable silence one feels when he is secure in the steps he is making. It's a slow journey on the road of what
could possibly become something quite beautiful.