Where in the hell did HE come from?
Did you read his comment on my last post? He said I was not "emotionally stable".
Self aggrandizing fucker.
But maybe he's right.
I'm reading this book called, "Blink". It's kind of a stupid book about rapid cognition and the snap judgements we make in fleeting moments.
It's about thinking without thinking (my favorite thing) and why our instincts are right. (When they are wrong we are thinking too much, looking at evidence that will betray us.) The author, Malcom Gladwell, sites the time the Ghetty Museum almost bought a fake statue.
It looked authentic...it was in good a shape. Too good to have been in the ground for 200 years. The experts wanted to believe...
Moments before the deal was done another expert was called in to authenticate it. His first words were..."It just doesn't look right."
You have to trust your gut.
I'd met her before. My first thought was...homewrecker, selfish self-serving disingenuous homewrecker.
I ignored my instincts.
She married a wealthy man, She had an affair with him...ripping him away from his wife and kids. (I'm not excusing him...I'm just saying I don't respect either of them.) Then BINGO...she's divorced and living in a mansion. Then she went for my boyfriend.
I was there for Thanksgiving. I'm never going back. She put the moves on my boyfriend, doe eyed and innocent...on the way home he and I broke up.
She's not innocent. She's fucking brilliant.
She's got at least 15 years on me but looks half my age. Plastic surgery and a trainer will do that. She pretends to be vulnerable. Her act is a scientific marvel.
You should have seen her, bending over in front of the stove every time my boyfriend was in the kitchen. She was wearing one of those belly necklaces...I don't know what they are called.