There I was, talking about things I rarely talk to anyone about. Like my fear of deep open water, which is my recurring nightmare if I have one. A feeling of being surrounded by something so immense and uncontrollable and only a piece of draft wood to hold on to. And what that nightmare really represents. Supressed emotions etc etc.
Moving on, describing my last couple of relationships to leaven: you keep it in the fridge, feed it with flour and water once in a while. Until you stop feeding it and wait for it to die. And just before it's completely dead, you sprinkle some flour on it and hep! it's alive. Just so that you can kill it slowly again. An option would of course be to use the leaven the way it's intended, i.e. to make the perfect bread over and over again. But no, I still keep it in the fridge.
The point is that this twenty eight year old (!!) actually asked some pretty interesting questions, otherwise I wouldn't have volunteered this kind of information about myself. Especially not in a work environment. The other point is that he actually listened.
Is this a question of a new generation I wonder. Men fifteen years his senior rarely seem to grasp the basics of dialogues as they are too caught up by their own agenda and making their voices heard. And if they ask questions for good measure, to pretend they are interested, they forget to listen to the answers.
This sweet young man even sent an email this morning to say thank you for a good evening. No, I don't think he was flirting as we also talked about his coming wedding. But I do believe he was being authentic in his interest of what we were talking about. Which also, by the way, included clubbing in Ibiza!
Moving on, describing my last couple of relationships to leaven: you keep it in the fridge, feed it with flour and water once in a while. Until you stop feeding it and wait for it to die. And just before it's completely dead, you sprinkle some flour on it and hep! it's alive. Just so that you can kill it slowly again. An option would of course be to use the leaven the way it's intended, i.e. to make the perfect bread over and over again. But no, I still keep it in the fridge.
The point is that this twenty eight year old (!!) actually asked some pretty interesting questions, otherwise I wouldn't have volunteered this kind of information about myself. Especially not in a work environment. The other point is that he actually listened.
Is this a question of a new generation I wonder. Men fifteen years his senior rarely seem to grasp the basics of dialogues as they are too caught up by their own agenda and making their voices heard. And if they ask questions for good measure, to pretend they are interested, they forget to listen to the answers.
This sweet young man even sent an email this morning to say thank you for a good evening. No, I don't think he was flirting as we also talked about his coming wedding. But I do believe he was being authentic in his interest of what we were talking about. Which also, by the way, included clubbing in Ibiza!
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