Friday 11th March

It has been a while since I last blogged and I guess it’s because life has been moving so fast – at least relative to my past – that I haven’t had time I’ve just been too busy absorbing it all. I was having dinner with an old friend last night and we were at one of those tiny Asian places in Mid City Arcade on Bourke Street, sitting at a shared table, trying hard not to overhear the conversation of the people sitting right next to us although our elbows kept bumping together (side note -Investment bankers phewfff reowr), and they were trying hard not to listen to us. It was a funny moment, because snippets of their conversation that pricked our ears e.g. Tinder, and salsa dancing, set us off on our tangent and vice versa. While we were not strictly dining  – I feel like our separate yet parallel conversations influenced each other in a symbiotic relationship.

It got me thinking about conversation, how it ebbs and flows, how it is orchestrated for a purpose at times, how we can manipulate conversations and direct them towards a certain topic, and how sometimes they just evolve of their own free will, like living breathing creatures. Sometimes a good conversation is simply the silence between two people, the words that are never spoken and don’t need to be.

I don’t want to be one of those couples that finish each other’s sentences – I like talking too much for that and frankly I would get annoyed if I could never finish a sentence because boy this girl can talk. I’d like to think that even 20 – 30 years down the line, I am still a mystery, a force to be reckoned with, and I can surprise the love of my life with the ridiculousness that comes out of this mouth.

Some people are attracted to physique, others to athletic prowess, or musical abilities. I fall in love with words. Give me a guy who knows a word with over five syllables and you’ll have me swooning. There is something about well-read men – well-read people in general – that is really charismatic. I love people who can pick up on the references I throw out there and they get exactly what I mean. I once knew a guy three years ago who was on crutches because he’d torn his ACL, and I casually said ‘Hey Tiny Tim’ and he greeted me with ‘Hey Scrooge’ and it was such memorable moment it’s still stuck in my head. Because someone actually got it and it made my day!

I love conversations. I collect them like some people collect stamps. I love the rapport that builds, the banter between two people who have amazing chemistry and you can see the sparks fly off between our words that are creating something between them long before our hands actually touch hesitantly. I love the conversation that takes on a life of its own and I go over it afterwards in my head, reading words between the words, meaning between the lines and the words in the spaces spoken with our eyes.

Words can hurt, but words can also heal. Words can set a war into motion, they can save a life. I believe words are our strongest asset and I will never stop loving them.