Sounds like a cool guy. One of the comments, about how he wasn't a drone and would be a great dad, received a number of thumb-ups.
When I was in the Air Force, I was at a base where we had a pretty competitive little clique of active duty racquetballers. Mostly young turks. Fighter jocks, permanent party instructors, command staff folks. Virtually no dependents played, but there was just one middle-aged guy who had very long hair, clearly not military, who played with us, and was always there when the first person showed up for that evening's play. This guy was a goofy looking long, lanky guy, who played with 15 year old gear and the exact same old shorts and tee shirt each time, when everyone else had the latest name brand gear. He seemed pleasant enough, but since no one respected his 'look', and certainly not his soft-style play in a group that prized smacking the ball, he really did not interact socially. When the first guy would show up and had to 'get him off the court', by winning the court away, it got to be dreaded, because no one wanted to lose to this goof, who wore all the wrong gear, played with the wrong equipment, and did not hit the ball the way it was 'proper' to do. No one minds too much losing to a gunslinger, but no one wanted to lose to this 'clown'. And yet, from all those hours with nothing to do but practice and wait for the evening crush of active duty players, he got very difficult to beat. Never called a hinder. Never argued the score. He was so long, he could 'get' anything, and his style was so low key, he made pretty much zero mistakes, while the gunslingers were skipping the ball and blowing up under pressure, muttering about how he wasn't playing 'real' racquetball....
Long story short, we who were real regulars got to know and appreciate this laid-back seeming drop out, and learned that he was a true 'house husband', with his wife an active duty officer, and was about the nicest guy you could ever want to know. He had about the lowest externally visable ego I had ever run across, but clearly could follow through with a sense of purpose, hence his unconventional racquetball success. Most of us were fixated on tourneys and rated our own worth on our 'level' ("D", "C", "B", "A", etc) and how we had done in the latest tourney. This guy never went to a tourney, it would have been the farthest thing from his mind -- weekends were for the wife and family, not for sweating and waiting to play in some distant gym somewhere in hopes of a $1.49 hunk of ego-stroke metal trophy...
Anyway, if you've made it this far, I guess I see in these two, the same easy disassociation with what society says we ought to value, and replacement of that with what he has decided to value personally, backed up with a willingness to go unusual routes to get there.
When we get peeved at such folks, I think we are mostly just projecting our own uncertainty at whether we should have accepted the yoke of convention that most of us slog around wearing every day.
Yes, I think he would be a good father.
