Enigmatic – that's me
It was Hp's mum's birthday last week and like a good son he phoned to wish her Happy Birthday and catch up on her news. Apparently she had received a card from her cousin in New York who we spent an evening with when we visited NYC in March. In it she commented that HP had 'matured well..' - he's past 40 now so you'd hope so and that I was 'difficult to know'. HP kindly put it down to the fact that she didn't actually ask me anything about my life, history, background, work etc. and as it was a family thing I didn't get an opportunity to volunteer too much information. When HP first told me I felt a little insulted as she's insinuating that I was being deliberately obtuse and unfriendly but now I've decided that I must be enigmatic which has a slightly more romantic and flattering connotation.
Strangely I always thought I was pretty much an open book what you saw was what you got, warts and all, I'd happily tell everyone about myself and then think maybe I shouldn't have said that or revealed too much etc. but hey ho I suppose it goes to show you learn something new about yourself everyday.