Capital and feminism broke the dating market. Silicon Valley industrialized the damage. I was inside it the whole time, doing my own.
20 years after being betrayed by a 7 year wife, whom I now dislike rather intensely
(having figured out who and what she really was-40 years later),
I got lucky and was hooked and netted by a sweet heart Chinese /Malaysian lady. We've been together 20 years now. Call me lucky.
Love!
My wife is very nice, uncomplicated, loyal and true. She has a heart of gold. There are others like her in Malaysia. They speak English.
Chris,
Kill all those receipts. Kill the full map.
They ruin the essay.
You didn't need the glossary, the FAQ, the genealogy, the timeline, or the supporting documentation. The moment you started explaining everything, the spell broke.
Trust the poet.
The essay ends when the shoebox is found.
Everything after that is unnecessary.
Most people are ignorant and stupid and poorly educated and have awful historical context or literacy so that's for them.
Minor note for Chris's ordinary fans, the ordinarily educated ones:
Trust the poet. Vehemently.
This essay ends when the shoebox is found.
The rest is for the benighted.
20 years after being betrayed by a 7 year wife, whom I now dislike rather intensely
(having figured out who and what she really was-40 years later),
I got lucky and was hooked and netted by a sweet heart Chinese /Malaysian lady. We've been together 20 years now. Call me lucky.
Love!
My wife is very nice, uncomplicated, loyal and true. She has a heart of gold. There are others like her in Malaysia. They speak English.
Chris,
Kill all those receipts. Kill the full map.
They ruin the essay.
You didn't need the glossary, the FAQ, the genealogy, the timeline, or the supporting documentation. The moment you started explaining everything, the spell broke.
Trust the poet.
The essay ends when the shoebox is found.
Everything after that is unnecessary.
Most people are ignorant and stupid and poorly educated and have awful historical context or literacy so that's for them.
Minor note for Chris's ordinary fans, the ordinarily educated ones:
Trust the poet. Vehemently.
This essay ends when the shoebox is found.
The rest is for the benighted.