What I felt as recently as June seems to have waned -- I just don't see her as my mate anymore. Some of this is a function of the things she's said about me to others; some of it is a function of who she's become.
Gonna climb up in the Stupid Tree for a second here and theorize ahead of my data.
If *anything* of substance happened with Foreign Florence ... *anything* begins with completely non-physical intense mutual loaded eye contact and ramps up from there ..... then "some of this" in the context of your above paragraph is, well, that.
We're chemical animals, and if your brain/cock/heart gets a good whiff of new new thing .... old old thing won't be looking so good, *regardless* of all other surrounding context.
You're not confronting all the facts of your current reality if you leave that out of your equation. IMHO.
"Show me a completely smooth operation and I'll show you someone who's covering mistakes. Real boats rock." -- Frank Herbert
