‘Don’t you adore myself?’ the girl huge brown eyesight looking upward into mine earnestly but pitifully, somewhat like a labrador puppy pleading for a biscuit. (It is a flippant and harsh contrast, but an indication of the heartless asshole i will feel myself growing to be.)
I always respond back through the affirmative, naturally, but I’ve found it hard in order to meet the look because I do it.
But then it’s the same with interactions. Primary interest strengthens into desire, which segues into high interest. (more…)