I seem to be able to hold a person's romantic or sexual interest in me regardless of how much of an ass I make of myself. Or how stupid I look. Or what ridiculous shit I say. It sounds like unadulterated ego here, but that's as best as I can describe it--people who would ordinarily not be too keen to pursue someone who appears to be that fucking weird are still interested in me when I've done something so dumb and bizarre that most people would just walk away.
And I think I got this trait from my mom.
When she was in college the drinking age was still eighteen. At a party one night, smashed off her tits, she was helped into a friend's car by a well-meaning young guy called David. She thanked him by vomiting on his new shoes.
The next day he called her and asked her out.
Yeah. Like a boss.
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