I almost dated a mormon recently. She was super sexy, like a female
Bruce Lee. And nice to talk to. But it boiled down to the fact that I
could not detect if she was sincere at anytime. She was an a master
of manners. Was there a real her, or only a conglomeration of ideals
thrust upon her from day one? What if a creature reared it's head
from beneatth the morman layers of her mind? I couldn't risk it, so I
aborted the love. Now she is in Matagastgar, on a mission for the
lord.
― Chief White Lotus, Tuesday, 11 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)