I had one of those odd moments today when I had to stop and wonder if life imitated art or if it was the other way around or more likely just one huge coincidence meant to mess with my head.
I had a guy twice my age ask me out today after spending the last twenty minutes trying to decide how I felt about Valentina/Robert and Martin/Julia (Her Fearful Symmetry). The latter of which I decided I was ok with, and the former which I decided I preferred but found Robert's view of Valentina as a "child"/childlike unsettled me. I had this whole post planned out to try and sort through it further and then a middle aged man, having just met me and knowing nothing about me, asked me out; I look like I'm 17. I was confused when this happened. I'm still confused.
Regardless, I'm hoping the book ends more scandalously than expected. Ninety two pages left and only an hour until bed
I had a guy twice my age ask me out today after spending the last twenty minutes trying to decide how I felt about Valentina/Robert and Martin/Julia (Her Fearful Symmetry). The latter of which I decided I was ok with, and the former which I decided I preferred but found Robert's view of Valentina as a "child"/childlike unsettled me. I had this whole post planned out to try and sort through it further and then a middle aged man, having just met me and knowing nothing about me, asked me out; I look like I'm 17. I was confused when this happened. I'm still confused.
Regardless, I'm hoping the book ends more scandalously than expected. Ninety two pages left and only an hour until bed
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