I like to hope i am reasonably intelligent and articulate and i freely admit i am drawn to those similar to myself. I personally find intelligence a very appealing quality and will inevitably be drawn to this rather than looks although admittedly finding someone who is also aesthetically pleasing is a bonus in dating circles. Alas the world i live in brings me into contact with such people most infrequently and most often my only source of intelligent conversation is one of my marathon phone calls with my gorgeously handsome best friend.
As you can imagine it was rather refreshing to strike up a conversation with a gentleman of looks, wit and intelligence and unusually i found him rather interesting to talk to. Importantly also he could spell which after the text talk or badly spelt missives i usually receive was rather a pleasant change. Such a change also not to have to go through the rigmarole of
”hi hows you, what do you do”
When you have replied to this kind of message for about the hundredth time believe me it gets wearing and it is very tempting to have some prewritten response that you just send to everyone who asks it. No this particular gentleman was different for he had taken time to read my profile and consequently had far more interesting things to say and also the talent of conversation. Suffice it to say i was rather surprised when, having messaged to say he had to log off, he dropped me a short message that said i had inspired him and was his muse and as a result he had written a diary entry.
ME?? A Muse????
Oh how wonderfully, artistically romantic is that?? Hmmmm but then the small thought appeared that i had not seen this piece yet and it could possibly not be favourable as i was anticipating. Well wouldn’t you know it the wheels of dating were moving incredibly slowly as i awaited the required review by the powers that be and i drummed my fingers for quite some time. What if it was terrible and he had named me in it? I would have to emigrate and go and live in some remote outpost of the world!! Okay so im being dramatic but still it would mean a lot of keeping my head down and hiding from obvious censure.
At last!! The text in question appeared on the screen and i have to admit i was impressed and i could see from which point in our conversation his observations had stemmed. Was i flattered? Well yes, of course, for far more appealing than being told you are gorgeous is the realisation that someone has listened to something you have said and it has made an impact upon them. Of course i am not so unwomanly as to not be flattered when someone tells me i am attractive, indeed far from it but i much prefer more substance to someones interactions with me.
Fancy that, me a muse!!
Whilst i highly doubt this will rank me up there with the Mona Lisa and yes i shall probably never speak to this particular gentleman again i have to admit i am rather tickled that i should inspire anyone at all.
Me a muse? How Amusing!!!