follow back because you all asked me to, because this is one way to say yes, will you marry me?

[porphyre]

By Arnaud Frich, two panoramic photos of Paris at night: the original and a captioned one marked with major landmarks.I stood on the street and it was like an entrance. Breath like smoke dedicated to signaling the weather instead fogging a mirror like the corpse in an Agatha Christy we all had to read in high school as part of English class. From

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"Are you married?"
A friend recently relaxed into the negative response to such words. I've always found, "Are you single?" leaves less space for ambiguity (or even "Are you properly single". Such questions always sound so dull and dry; but it's all those romantic cheats fault that we are driven to such unromantic pragmatism.

The drive sounds like something to make a girl smile.

miss you, how were your holidays?

[porphyre]

Turns out they were not as single as they thought they were. Ah-hah, then. It could have happened to anyone, most the bad luck that it was someone who so obviously was... pragmatic? not prone to hysterics? So very very capable. I'm starting to hate being capable. it's both good and so very very bad.

Re: miss you, how were your holidays?

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Holidays were very relaxed with no undue dramas, so I can't complain. Nothing monumental to report though, unlike yours.

I'm starting to hate being capable. it's both good and so very very bad.
I know that feeling: the one they come to when no one knows quite how to do something, who can generally be relied on not to add to the panic of the situation. I'd rather be that though, than the other, even though the others are the ones who are always rescued.

[porphyre]

Mine felt refreshing, like the argentinians doused me in something that coated me and collected all the grime and my New years rinsed it off.

Doesn't being rescued look so nice though? That's the bit I can't get over.

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Doesn't being rescued look so nice though?
Indeed; though I fear it's so far removed from my physicality I can't even entertain the possibility of it. It's funny watching men when that role of rescuer is offered them: it feeds their masculinity, sending a surge of testosterone to their surface which makes them almost love the crumbling women who thus validate their existence.