Penelope, you gossip! I was momentarily smitten by his gorgeous writing mind and asked him to elope with me. I'm impulsive like that. Haven't you noticed? I think it's a form of "poor impulse control." Some people who have it do violent and criminal acts and go to prison. I become swiftly smitten and propose elopement at once to respectable, refined gentlemen* I've never met who live thousands of miles away and who will almost certainly say no. Really, my version of "poor impulse control" is relatively benign and safe for all. And Thomas thought it was nice. He said so. Now I'm embarassed. though. I am not
the brazen hussy you may imagine. (Although that would
have been a fun username identity in retrospect.... Kind of like dressing up for fun. Oh well. I like being GentleReader9. Someone else can be BrazenHussy.)
, actually, that's the only time I've done exactly
that, but it's the kind
of thing I would
do, I admit.