[color= #0E6251] What an oddly specific set of circumstances. The decision to manipulate a woman’s feelings could hinge upon various factors, including the woman herself, and the prevailing situation. Should she possess something of value to me, and my interest in her was sincere, the temptation might arise. Alternatively, if a close friend harbored a strong aversion to her and implored me to intervene, I might yield to their request to serve their purpose. However, I hold reservations about exploiting a woman’s emotions purely for my own advantage, as such actions lack the level of integrity my father had bestowed upon me. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] I am certain I would never condone such an act, but if the actions were conducted by a close friend, my loyalties lie with them over a woman I do not know. I would discourage without intervention, I suppose. Especially if I have not been made aware of the details surrounding the situation. To each their own motive and mistakes. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] This particular question I ponder often in my solitude. I have created itineraries down to the hour for every action and idea you could possibly imagine.
However, I have concluded I would simply spend my final hours in the company of my living relatives and friends. I would hope for the one privilege I was robbed of in previous years…a goodbye. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] I am not too keen on the idea of a formal dance in the sense of using it as a means to judge and critique. However, the action itself is quite freeing, I must admit. Dance as a form of communal recreation was something I observed across every region regardless of language or location. It seems to speak as loudly, and as beautifully, as words do. In that sense, I would say it is another language I am quite proficient in. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] There was a time where I was set to marry a woman I loved deeply. Being only 10 and 7 (17) years of age myself, I was quite naive and reckless in my pursuit of her. In short, yes. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] You do not recoil from matters of an intimate and provocative nature, it appears. If you are asking if I was a generous lover, I would like to believe my love was more than satisfactory. Although, I admit, my sheets have remained cold since the passing of my fiancé. Considering my lack of additional experience, I am not certain if I am still up to par with those who bed as often as they piss. [/color]