mare-wrath

that time the older,  wealthy english pilot (in training) took me to his apartment after work, and by way of explaination for something i had said,  I told him i was not attracted to a particular trait and he inquired as to  what, then, was i attracted to--and i paused to think before saying, slowly, "genuinity, I guess", (which must have been a texas thing, because my answer to that has always been and is still "[uniquesness]," and somthing about how if "You lose someone that is different  they (inherently) cannott be replaced"--but genuinitey was certainly lacking in that god-forsaken city). So, then, he looked at me meaningfully, a little