Inconceivable! Out drinking, in the company of her friends, having a fun evening, Dave and I were laughing about stereotypes and movies. I said that most women own a copy of The Princess Bride. Oddly, every woman with us except one did, proving my point despite it being nothing more than a joke. Later, when we were alone, her mood changed dramatically. Blame the drink, perhaps, because we certainly were drunk; but she simply would not let it go. She refused to be considered a stereotypical girl, something that I had never - ever - assumed of her. She raged about this before we arrived at her home, before we'd gotten into her bed, and before we'd gone to sleep. She would not accept the illogicality of her argument, would not rest until I'd apologized a hundred times.

She was a different person then, and I'm not sure to this day if the person I fell for ever really was her. I suppose we're all actors at times, and when we want to, we can play the role well.  ¶ 10:51 AM