it sounded as if you were flirting though i could not see your face; i believe in betting on a bad hand ever so often just to feed the inner hunter. but what happens when she comes home to find another lover in her place? when the bet can never be won, why even choose to play.
09/15/2007
I like the mix of introspection, philosophizing and conversational feeling of the tone here... almost as if you are speaking to the "you" and yet...also a biting wit, honesty, boldness, and wistfulness--filled with pent emotion.
Nice piece on the frustrations of betrayal or the worry of it. to the point of not "playing".
