The Anatomy of a Muse
Hi Gentlemen.
Did you miss me?
Of course you did.
I have been thinking a lot about the word Muse.
When a man calls you his muse, he means the following:
You make me feel interesting.
I want to impress you.
I tell you things I don’t usually tell people.
I find myself thinking about something you said days later.
I like the version of myself that appears when I’m around you.
Maybe being a muse has very little to do with how a man thinks about a woman, and much more to do with how that woman makes him think differently about himself.
Perhaps she makes him feel more charming. More interesting. More adventurous. More articulate. More masculine. More alive!
And that is …oh so deliciously fascinating to me.
Here’s my perception on what a Muse means:
She has a life of her own. She is engaged in her life.
She does not deliberately withhold herself or play games.
She is seductive without making seduction her entire personality.
She gives you a glimpse.
The evening ends.
She goes home.
Back to her life. Her plans. Her friends. Her books. Her next adventure.
And you’re left with the slightly irritating realisation that you only got a glimpse.
I think that’s where the delicate balance lies.
A muse does not becomes someone’s entire world.
She, for a moment, makes their world feel slightly more interesting.
You become a little more of you.
And that, Gentlemen, is the real allure.
💋Until then,
Ada
