Sorry this is such an old thread I am reading. I often find your threads interesting because I think you are a good typer, since the stories you tell often SO fit the type you are describing. I found your above comment interesting because my Mom was ESI. She was happily married forever to my SLI Dad. My Mom LOVED people who were great conversationalists. But, not my kind of conversation [I don't consider myself a "conversationalist". I am more of a "sincere" talker and don't want to talk unless I feel it is something useful, meaningful, important or helpful to say. Like, I can talk awhile about something that made me "realize" something - for example like this post! - but that is not the kind of conversation that Mom was interested in].Originally Posted by Adam Strange
Yesterday I called the ESI-Se e6 that I dated once last summer and asked her for some advice on trimming shrubs. The one who likes SLI's and says I talk too much, but I should walk with her so she can listen to me. She reminded me that she still has the key to my garage (she wanted to borrow my lawn mower and I'm never home), but she didn't want to have to listen to me talk all the time, so when could she return it when I wasn't there? I told her to put it in an envelope and just drop it off in the mailbox.
She put it in a JuicyFruit box, which I thought was fairly whimsical and artistic. Very ESI-Se e6.
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When I was in high school and college we had an interesting neighbor who was a vivacious talker,. She was an accomplished professional and quite intelligent (two things Mom admired: success and intelligence). An interesting fact about this neighbor was that she was actually the model for a Dilbert character (the artist was a coworker at a firm she used to work at out west). My Mom LOVED having her join us for holiday meals (she was away from her family, having grown up on a midwestern farm) and this neighbor entertained us all with her lively and interesting talk.
Another example of my Mom's enjoyment of a talker was once Mom and Dad decided to sponsor a student teacher from France (this was certainly Mom's idea) at their otherwise now-empty nest, as there was a need at the local high school for a family to sponsor this young man. So Jacques lived there for that for a year. Jacques was QUITE the talker - very friendly and sociable. When I subbed at that high school some years later, the teachers ALL remembered Jacques and his big and likable personality. Well my Mom just LOVED Jacques the talker. And I think it was because his presence in their home filled a craving she had for interesting conversation. She once said that that was the only thing she would change about Dad - that he would talk more*.
It was in that year that Jacques lived there, that began shortly after my son was born, that I finally give up on the long held hope that Mom would EVER be enthralled with me or anything I did (even something important like bear her grandchild!), because in spite of the amazing new miracle of life in our lives, that year, all she would talk about was Jacques!
So I really think, Adam, that someday some lovely ESI women will be SO grateful for your gift of your kind of talk, and of your just being you. That's what's great about duality. Just us being ourselves is what our dual craves. Most of the time. I really think.
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My dad's parents divorced when he was 3, and he spent his childhood shuffling between two homes on a train from a young age, something that was unusual for that time. And since that marriage broke up with an affair, there was acrimonies between ex- and current wife, and my Dad learned to NOT talk to keep the peace. Mom accredited Dad's lack of talk to that. But I think it had something to do with being an "I" married to an "I"...
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