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Dear Mendontrule:
I am getting better at this. I'll see a face, a pair of eyes, read about a line-and-a-half, scroll down some, and say to myself: she's really really smart. For you, it was where you say, "Yoga and the like." It was "the like" part that did it for me. Obviously. There's a brilliant, self-aware one, pal. So, it doesn't turn out to be a surprise much about where you or another went to school except the way Laurie Anderson might go, "Right. Again."
Me, I'm the swear dirty, Henry James type that nobody believes is a Jew until I give them my Bertrand Russell stare and tell them, "I'm too smart to be a Christian." Then, there's that "ensuing pause" as was noted in the 1787 record of the Philadelphia Convention. But what in G-d's good name do you mean with that "stipulate that that feeling is mutual"? Are we drawing up contracts about how we must feel? Or, more likely, a flare from your rowboat in Chesapeake Bay that a few captains have already lied and thrown you overboard, or that you've played el capitan yourself and chucked them into the great milchy waters of life's oblivion (hence your dominant/submissive paradigm).
Don't get me wrong. I think you're the cat's meow. Just say the word, and I'll meet you at the closest Stuckey's north of your home and south of mine. I'll be that genius-type fella holding up an Almond Log Roll near the checkout counter.
Egbert
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