The sexual energy here among some of the faculty has affected me. I won't be the object of desire again. I'll never have another first kiss. What is the artifice of relationship? Do we trick ourselves into thinking one will last over another, that invisible boundaries will keep us from falling in love with someone else? I have crushes on beautiful men and wonder if telling you is the thing to do.
"Every amorous episode can be, of course, endowed with a meaning," but can every episode be endowed amorous?
