I never read that play. I don't know anthing about it... I only know the title, and I thought it would be pithy if I used it to title this post.
Apparently T has had a change of heart.
I really wish that I could find it in me to be angry at her, but I can't.
Apparently she doesnt want to damage our friendship with romance, or sex.
I might as well go of to the monastary now.
I suppose I need to stop being nice to women... maybe I would have better luck if I started being an asshole.