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I had dinner with my mother last night and she asked me about the mesmerizer – I said, I don’t know what is up with the mesmerizer. He’s a nice guy (actually I think I said hot guy) with no time and I’m a nice girl with even less time. And my mother said, “He’s not into you, honey. Next.”
Harsh judgment by one’s own mother.
Then I speak with Steve a little later and he says he kind of agrees with my mother. (That’s a first.) Says I should have a talk with Mr. Mesmerizer. A talk about what? I ask. I don’t want to talk – actions are the best interpreter of thoughts – I saw that on some parochial school marquee today and have co-opted it for my purposes here – if Mr. Mesmerizer is interested, he’ll call, if he isn’t, he won’t. If the tables were turned and he wanted to talk, I’d say, about what? Who are you? I don’t know you.
False intimacy invites trust that is premature. Trust that he’ll want to call you the next day.
Whatyagonnado?
I want a lover with a fearless heart.