Oh my GOD!!!! I don’t know how it didn’t. That kind of cognitive dissonace is a special kind of torture. A roiling bag of contradictions. Mine did not go that far—he taught photography so . . .. Also thought he was a great friend to women. And loved to talk with me in great detail about what made a woman beautiful. Could never understand why it wasn’t my favorite topic of conversation.
Oh my GOD!!!! I don’t know how it didn’t. That kind of cognitive dissonace is a special kind of torture. A roiling bag of contradictions. Mine did not go that far—he taught photography so . . .. Also thought he was a great friend to women. And loved to talk with me in great detail about what made a woman beautiful. Could never understand why it wasn’t my favorite topic of conversation.
Oh my GOD!!!! I don’t know how it didn’t. That kind of cognitive dissonace is a special kind of torture. A roiling bag of contradictions. Mine did not go that far—he taught photography so . . .. Also thought he was a great friend to women. And loved to talk with me in great detail about what made a woman beautiful. Could never understand why it wasn’t my favorite topic of conversation.