As we talked, she asked me a question: "Do you ever find that you analyze things too much?"
"Yeah, maybe," I responded. "Sometimes. Not sure."
We parted. And then ...
What she meant?
Why did she ask me?
How much is 'too much'?
Was this just an idle question?
Why am I thinking so much about this?
Is there some kind of a message here for me?
The next day, I ran into her and said, "Remember that question you asked me? I couldn't sleep all night repeatedly analyzing and re-analyzing the question and why you asked it ..."
"Oh," she replied sweetly, "you're such a flatterer. And did you reach any conclusions?"
"Still not sure. I'll need to think about it some more."
She smiled. "You do that."