It is the white man’s burden to be a failed knight in shining armor. I have, on occasion, donned that wretched armor only to find myself in a rather quixotic position: the wench not only did not need saving, she was out to get me.
So here we are then, dear X, caught up in this comedy of errors! As another woman said: no good deed goes unpunished. Would that there were some nobility in all of us to accept that punishment which is due.
Here’s a little piece of poetry by one Dorothy Parker (and I’d rather read prose) that I always found ticklish:
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
best post i’ve read!
Hahahaha…love this!