I wasn't feeing particularly inspired at work today, so I suppose I was easy game when the Young Dutchman asked me for help in revising on of his application essays to Oxford. I really put a lot of time into it (always trying to walk that fine line between totally re-writing someone's essay the way you would have done it, and just letting their writing stand on its own) although I was amused after I turned my comments back to him and he said, "Boy, you sure don't pull any punches!" Had to reassure him that I still thought he was wonderful, even if his essay could stand some improvement.
I suppose I should have realised what I'd let myself in for, as after surviving my evening calls that night, and planning on an early bedtime, he was still pestering me to review more and more edits, until we were up chatting and talking until 2 AM! (And after realising I wouldn't make it to the gym after my late call, I'd thought I would at least salvage the evening by going to bed at 10 PM). So much for that idea...
Finally, although I could tell that he was keen to stay up and keep talking, both on the phone and over chat, I insisted that I was tired and needed sleep. The difference between a 23-year old and a 31-year old, one of us can't stay up all night long anymore!
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