This has been an odd week. The prospect of a long weekend has made corporate drudgery much more bearable and the week has flown by.
In the past 2 weeks I have had what can only be described as "advances" from two men with whom I'm been friendly but not flirtatious over a few years. I've been a bit taken aback at this since neither are men that I had particularly wanted to get involved with but it struck me that I might be sending out a signal. I'm hoping this is not spam since I don't seem to be targetting the right audience. Don't get me wrong, they weren't unpleasant advances, but I hadn't imagined either would see me in a romantic light.
Wednesday night I went to a private viewing of the
Edwardians exhibition and the NGA and a dinner in the member's lounge. The exhibition was interesting - those lush Whistler, Sargent and Rupert Bunny paintings of women of leisure with secretive smiles and Gibson Girl hair, some faux impressionist paintings and then, suddenly Augustus John and some startingly modern paintings. It was a bit of a rushed tour around the place as I was waiting for late guests. The dinner was fun but the food was pretty ordinary and I thought the service was amateurish. We were hosting women from our customers as an antidote to the endless golf and rugby corporate entertaining. I had seen Margaret Byrne
speak the previous week about her research on male and female communication styles. She got an experienced fly on the wall documentary team to film men only, women only and mixed gender meetings. The differences were startingly. She described male meeting style as "no gap, no overlap" whereas in the women only meeting, women talked over each other but to contribute to a point not to compete, even though there were multiple conversations going on women registered all the points which were being offered and there was lots of laughing. Male observers were perplexed, how could they get anything done, who was in charge, what was the joke and how could they behave like this and still achieved outcome? I was struck at our dinner at how much laughing there was. It was good.
I'm going to the beach with Miss I tomorrow morning. My friend, P, and her one year old son are joining us for one night so we'll cook a sumptuous feast and chat and watch dvds and enjoy the peace.
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