How many people went out of their way to warn me about him? Three? Four? Oh no, certainly more than that, if you count the silent ones with that certain judging look on their faces.
"He's some kind of Svengali," said a male grad student with an obvious grudge. "He hypnotizes women. They can't help it."
"Oh, he's a Professor Romeo, all right. There's always one like that. I fell for one myself when I was a young girl in college." This from a middle-aged librarian who took great pleasure in advising me to not make the same mistake. Unaware that the "mistake" had been made, and certainly more than once, quite enthusiastically.
Even now I'm very good at projecting wide-eyed guilelessness.
And perhaps this is what made them want to warn me. I was so obviously innocent and naive that I provoked a protective response, lest I be taken advantage of....
No, I think not. They didn't give a damn about me. They didn't even know me. What they cared about was the delicious affront to their sensibilities. Someone who is Not Them is enjoying themselves far too much. All of this joyful fucking simply can't be allowed to continue. There really should be Serious Consequences.
Oh, and there were Serious Consequences. Oh my, yes indeed. There certainly were.
You poor dear things.
"He's some kind of Svengali," said a male grad student with an obvious grudge. "He hypnotizes women. They can't help it."
"Oh, he's a Professor Romeo, all right. There's always one like that. I fell for one myself when I was a young girl in college." This from a middle-aged librarian who took great pleasure in advising me to not make the same mistake. Unaware that the "mistake" had been made, and certainly more than once, quite enthusiastically.
Even now I'm very good at projecting wide-eyed guilelessness.
And perhaps this is what made them want to warn me. I was so obviously innocent and naive that I provoked a protective response, lest I be taken advantage of....
No, I think not. They didn't give a damn about me. They didn't even know me. What they cared about was the delicious affront to their sensibilities. Someone who is Not Them is enjoying themselves far too much. All of this joyful fucking simply can't be allowed to continue. There really should be Serious Consequences.
Oh, and there were Serious Consequences. Oh my, yes indeed. There certainly were.
You poor dear things.
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