Wednesday, 6 October 2010

A letter and a swift response


We talked at length about what to do and eventually, last night, we wrote to Miles and Anna.

Virgil did almost all of the writing. Although he was insistent that I sat next to him while he typed, he can be excessively particularly about communications and sometimes simply cannot bear to let anyone else get a word in edgewise. Eventually I got impatient and went to read a book, but I was more than satisfied with what he wrote.

The letter was topped with a whole paragraph of compliments, some self-deprecating humour and a sarcastic joke, but the meat in the sandwich was this:

"After Friday night we both went away with the intuition that something didn’t perfectly gel. Of course intuitions can be wrong, so please do tell us if we’re off the mark. But if there happens to have been some unmet objective or some overstepped boundary, the door is open to mention or talk about it should you feel comfortable.

We acknowledge that it’s pretty déclassé for people in group encounters to discuss their experiences, so forgive us for a bit of Californian psychobabble, but as ethical sluts we prefer to communicate rather than leave things hanging."

This morning we had a reply from Miles, reassuring us that they think we're amazing too and that they were both tired, Anna had her period (we knew this) and Miles was nervous, which I think is the one word that whole carefully crafted fishing expedition had been designed to elicit.

They say a problem shared is a problem halved. Hopefully this will be the case when we next meet.

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