"You are a high value stock!" A guy was using the stock as an analogy to describe me."Oh thanks. But you know I won't treat you for dinner even if you meant your compliment."
"No, I'm serious. A potential high value stock with its price climbing high."
"Ok, thanks again but I think your wife is the true high value stock."
"Oh you both are."
Great, I was being referred as a stock; should I be flatterred? I know this guy coworker of mine is not known for flattery especially not for that remark. This is because earlier on he was trying to set me up with his younger brother. I gently turned him down. The way he promoted his brother was funny. "He is just a year older than you, I'm sure you guys will have a lot in common and he's a cardiologist." Last Christmas eve, I visited Mr. Nice and family for dinner. On my way home, Mr. Nice walked me to the subway station. During the walk, he said, "You have great charisma. I'm thinking about introducing you to my brother."
Two mothers apparently arranged to be seated at the same table in a wedding banquet. Both started a conversation. As mothers, naturally children will be the starter of the conversation.
Mother A: My eldest son is a lecturer in a prestigious university and my youngest son is an architect.
Mother B: Oh wow. One of my daughters is also doing a PhD. The other is also a Master holder. The younger one is now working in an international firm.
Mother A: Great. Let's arrange a time for the kids to meet up. Do you have your children's emails? Maybe I can pass the addresses to my sons.
Obviously these two mothers are doing some marketing for their kids; trying to trade a stock with potential value. Well, if the kids meet and things go well, then that's so a beautiful thing. But what if, it's not the case? And back to this stock concept. Do you only acquire a high value stock to be your life partner, the so-called soul mate? Personally I really don't think that works. Value to me is nothing. All I emphasize is personality and how well two person really click, the chemistry that we call. It does not matter how capable a guy is. Sure, I tend to admire someone who is intelligent. But when it comes to getting along with someone, someone who can understand you, who cares whether this guy is a professor, a genius or a millionaire? Sure good-looking people tend to capture our glimpse, well at least a glimpse from moi. But what takes further than just a glimpse is not just about a superficial outer appearance. A good personality is the gist. Yet what it differentiate your good friends with that special someone is not just about good personality. I believe all your good friends do possess good personality, if not you would not like to be friends with them. So what is it that is so crucial in making this special someone different than the rest of the people? It is really the chemistry, the clicking feeling. But even that alone is insufficient, the clicking has to continue when understanding, accepting and compromising will have to kick in to keep the chemical reaction going.
It is the same in getting the right pair of jeans. I just can't find a better analogy than this (refer earlier post)Brand or price to me is not in the list of consideration. All I care is whether am I happy with its design/color and comfortableness, and it fits on me. Branded or expensive pairs of jeans may not neccessary be the best or worse still do not look good on ourselves. We are the one who will be wearing the pair of jeans; we have to be happy about it.
Thank you to all my guy friends or to those who think I am a potential high value stock. Just when they are trying to write reviews about this potential high value stock (moi) and predicting who will be the lucky holder of the stock, my Travel Companion has a complete view about this stock.
Me: Hey congratulations for the good purchase of the stock. My guy coworker thinks that you are such a lucky man!
Him: Yeah, now I can sell the high price stock to make some money.
Oiy. Isn't it pathetic to hear such opposing view about high value stock from the buyer? Sigh.
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