“Are you a virgin?” he asked. He was a 15 year old student.
“Excuse me?” I said. I was 25 and a new teacher. I put the cookie I’d just picked up back on the plate.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Um, I’m sorry. I don’t think I understand your question.”
“I’m a Scorpio,” he said. “Are you a Virgin?”
I dropped back into the chair. “Virgo,” I said. “The word you want is Virgo. And no. I’m a Libra.”
You put your work out into the world and maybe you ask for feedback. You never know how another person takes the question. Or takes your story for that matter. You might be embarrassing yourself in a way you don’t even know. That’s reassuring, isn’t it?
When you ask for feedback, what do you really want to hear?