I'm a man of few friends because I've got a strong preference for fluent, elegant command of English. Native speakers who don't mispell is a minimum. It's the least you can do...or in today's world, more like the least you cannot do.
It took me a while but then I realized the folks I really looked up to, or find easy to care about, on top of all their other qualities, all share with me this care and restraint in their language. I then find it very easy to ask for this because clearly something's orchestrated for them to fall into my life from all walks, all directions.
But I'll let you in on a little secret: getting my language right is always a bit of a reach given my conditions. I always feel like a child standing on toes, wobbling, trying to lick a knife-edge that's almost out of tongue's reach. So instead of my preference making good language easy, it's a bit of a thrill sport.