I looked over the top of my laptop. She was there gazing at me, not working just gazing.
“What are you thinking”
She thought for a long time, her expression not changing, “About you. About how much I love working near you. About what we have. About…”
I tapped on my keyboard. Her laptop blipped. She smiled as she saw the little dancing man on her screen…
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We inspire each other so much, we feel charged sitting close when working.
We’re not working together – we have so many different things to do – but we influence and challenge each other. It becomes a hot-house where time disappears, food gets forgotten – we even forget each other…
For a man working with his woman, life can be… strange… disturbing… even annoying…
A man’s world is one of focus, determination and achievement. Often a woman’s world likes to break into this. A woman needs attention, needs to know she is loved. A woman will make tea, get some water, go to the loo, flick pieces of paper… she wants attention.
A man, certainly this man, gets lost in his work, in his thoughts, hates being disturbed, having his attention stolen…
I love writing, designing, fighting with the oodles of stuff in my head, helping it come out in a controlled, or even uncontrolled way. I forget about life, about water, about food… I go on and on… till I am exhausted, wanting a drink, needing to empty and watch TV.
Then I go into my ‘nothing box’ and think about… nothing…
Women wonder where that is, where I am… I’m nowhere… nothing.
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Working with my woman is amazing. She has come to understand my focus, my nothing box, me – when I say understand, I mean in a relative sense, she freely admits she will never truly understand – sometimes she lets me be, sometimes she breaks my pattern, demanding attention.
She also enters a deep world that I only glimpse, then I know I need to break her pattern, make her laugh.