Years ago, in the hand-to-mouth period between grad school and stable employment, there was a time when I thought I was in a relationship with someone. What it turned out to be though, was just her nursing a "crush" on me. Does that sound weird? Anyway, it turned out she had been having some unrealistic expectations of me, and because of it I had been introduced to her father and she had been introduced to my mother. But of course it did not last. I was not who she thought I was and could never be. I don't know if she ever was who I thought she was, because I never really got to know the real "her". It all came to a head one night when something that started out trivial suddenly flashed into a full-fledged explosion. That's when we realized we were not a couple. I never saw her again.
It seems rather unfair now in retrospect, but I confess that at the time I felt I was a victim. After all, so my reasoning went, she had approached me first, she had made the initial moves to make me lower my guard, and had done all the work to pull in innocent, inexperienced little me, then when she found out what I was really like, ditched me -- and over ideological issues that didn't even need to matter in day-to-day real life! Well, live and learn.
Here is something I started after that climactic incident, incorporating that idea of victimhood. Eve, the Serpent, and Adam -- yet another unfinished project. This is the censored version.* I don't know what Blogger's standards are about sexual imagery; to see the unexpurgated original, click *here.
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