My prof

My prof...

My prof is writing a book, an autobiography. Actually, a series of autobiographies, each one takes a few years to write, and he is on the first one. He is a public figure and a highly influential person in multiple fields, commanding respect among a significant crowd of international scholars, politicians, scientists, journalists, and activists. His book is going to be great. 

Monday morning, I was fully charged and came to the office to work. Haven't been working too much lately, since April... For the entirety of June and July, I had zero hours due to travel, and then approximately 20 hours in total for May and August. On Sunday, Prof had messaged me in Signal if I'd come to the office on Monday. When he arrived at around 10 a.m. on Monday, he started chatting with me. After we made our hot tea, he asked me to sit outside with him in the rose garden. We sat there and talked nonstop until 1:40 p.m., as waves of people came, ate, and left. I had to drive back home in time to pick up kids from school; otherwise, who knows how long we were gonna just sat and talked. 

Oh my prof... Who doesn't love him?

In Chinese culture, since ancient times, many positive four-worded adjectives have been used to describe men who are popular with women and have numerous admirers and affairs throughout their lives. Due to the patriarchal nature of the culture, however, there are no similar positive adjectives for women. A woman of high birth, though, could sometimes transcend these norms.

Under communism, up until Mao's death in 1976, sexuality was heavily repressed throughout the country, with only Mao himself reportedly having hundreds of women. When Deng embraced a market economy and partially opened up the country, a form of sexual liberation began to emerge. This change first appeared among the high-born, both men and women, before slowly spreading to the common populace. The youth who were able to go abroad in the 1980s were exceptionally sexually liberated.

My prof is high-born, from one of China's prominent "red families." He is incredibly handsome: tall as a man from northern China (5'11''), with a big build, a perfect face, and long hair. In 1987, he was studying physics in a master's program at the University of Notre Dame, a time when most Chinese citizens were unable to leave the country. Uninfluenced by Abrahamic religions or communist ideology, he is extremely open-minded and charismatic, with a heart full of integrity and sincerity. No need to mention the high IQ - he was officially granted a genius award and funds by the U.S. government. He truly lived the life of a high-class Chinese man, surrounded by the most attractive women from all races and all walks of life, many of whom were also high-born.

He was telling me all those stories, especially the ones he is currently writing. He clearly knows me well, considering me one of his closest and most trustworthy confidants. I, in turn, had to be completely open-minded to engage in such a deep conversation and help him with different perceptions. I feel truly honored and thrilled. I was able to provide valuable insight as a woman and as a smart young reader who is ready to be inspired by his life path and ocean of stories. Hopefully, my feedback will help him shape and anchor the stories in the best possible way.

This morning, I was determined to finally put in some hours on my overdue work, and I did. At 11 a.m. my prof sent me the first draft of the chapter we discussed in thorough detail on Monday. He spent the whole day yesterday editing it. Now, I have homework to read through the draft tonight and provide my feedback.

I can't describe how much I am enjoying this with my prof, and ya, for the years to come. He said, "You will share what you write to me to read, and I will share mine with you." Oh my prof...😄