Trappedbyacrush, a lot of what you wrote rings very true with me and my WIQ, particularly the part about her ruling the roost and being dominant. Mine is exactly the same, and I also react quite brutally and irreverently. I'm convinced that she values and appreciates this, as no-one else responds to her in this way. Either they are afraid of her, or they shrink away. Perhaps it's the same with your WIQ.
I spent most of yesterday with my WIQ. I went to her house to work (we're both freelancers, and often spend time working together with our laptops), then we went to a lecture at the club we are both members of. That's how we originally met. The journey to the lecture involved a metro ride and a walk through a really pretty district of town. When we reached our metro stop, she said "I'm really looking forward to this walk. I love that I can say those little things to you."
She has amazing long hair, and she was trying to decide whether to wear it loose or in a pin. I have always been entranced by it, and I told her she should wear it loose, as it's beautiful. Coming out of the metro, the weather had turned windy, so she tied it up in the pin, but promised she would take it down later.
She usually gets stressed and distracted at the lectures as she has an organizing role, but last night she was calmer and more attentive. At one point, we were going up some stairs and she put her hand on my back. At the end, we almost always go for a drink together, and last night was no exception. A mutual friend tagged along to the first bar, but after she went home, I suggested to WIQ that we go to a nearby cocktail lounge.
Whenever we go to places like that, she always knows about half of the people there. She's been in this city for 10 years, and is a doyen of many social scenes. I'm always proud and honoured to be seen with her, and I ask myself every day why she spends so much time with me. I'm not doing myself down, but she's so accomplished, glamorous, charismatic and wealthy. I'm twenty years younger than her, quite shy, and not so rich. She tells me stories of guys who have given her diamond rings and Porsches - I can't give her anything like that right now. All I have is my heart and my mind, and I just don't know if that will be enough for a woman like her.
In the bar, the conversation turned to her hair again, and I asked her to take it down from the pin. I'm cringing slightly as I write this, as it sounds so trite, but it was oddly meaningful. I was genuinely planning to say something to her, but I was just too afraid. We left around midnight, and before she got into a taxi, we hugged for a long time, and kissed on both cheeks as usual. I was tipsy, and I (god, this is cringeworthy!) stroked her hair and told her how beautiful it was. She didn't freak out - she just hugged me again and got in the taxi.
We planned to meet today, and I woke up to a text from her saying I could come round any time I like. We're going to have dinner with the visiting gay couple, then go to a gay bar where a lot of our friends go on a Wednesday night.
Tonight may be the night when I tell her!
Sorry for the essay... It's good to get it all out.