June 27, 2011

Seduction. It’s always bothered me. Not the passive alcoholic driven moments of 2 people in a bar. Late in the evening. But the active, planning, Napoleonic field of combat. To a bed. You had to play a part. A role. Which inevitably involved lieing. It was all about control. If there was love involved it must temporarily be set aside. For romance. Your head had to be clear. My problem. If I really liked someone, I would start to drool. If I did not like someone, I would become… aloof. (Which does work but which is… distasteful). Of course as a young man I was under the grand delusion. That I had any say in what would happen. The woman decides. The man pretends.

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