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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Ha, that's me.
But 2nd thoughts on my make_yourself_a_mystery blather: Lydia, look what happened to Nadja, lover of surrealist writer Andre Breton. For a while she was mysterious and alluring to him, but when he learned more about her - her poor background, her mental illness - he left her, due to his snobbery or maybe to fear of the unknown. Poor showing for the "pope of surrealism," at any rate.
(Nadja was her novel-name, not her real name, but she was based on a real person.)
My point is that, just maybe, when things are more upfront, you can see who is more likely to accept you.
For me it was a bit strange that a man who tried to downplay me hitting someone in the face with a glass balked at my confession that I was bad with deadlines... but everyone has their standards, I guess.
Anyway, I'm sorry, Lydia. It's easy to become influenced by persuasive ideas. Today I ate a whole clove of garlic because someone had told me it prevented her from catching colds. I didn't kiss anybody right afterwards, though, so I'm not violating rule #423.
Love you. Not in a sexual way. (For F/F it's a different rule book, which is highly abstract. It involves particle physics, not just chemistry (where is J. when I need her? oh fellow bisected nerdfriend).)
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