Avalyn

...a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside a kimono.

"Prospect's turned into a big disappointment. The men are all swingers, gay, or both. ****'s an exception; he's with ****. But what's up with the rest?"

"Like, take ******. Thought I'd made a friend but I bore him because I don't put-out. I'm going to have to avoid him or else get mistaken for one of his generic nightly lays."

"There's ******. He chased me pretty damn hard for somebody whose heart belongs to 'her'. Made such a big deal about it. Guess that makes it feel more special for his conquests when they finally sleep with him. No, of course they don't know he's got them queued up. That's what all that secrecy was about, and he's got them all thinking they're going to be The One to fix him."

"This **** guy, he's another one. Asked for my phone number, has never called me once. No loss: Come to find out, he's all smiles and endless one-night stands."

"What am I hunting for? The stag to my Artemis, the rabbit to my Celestial Moon Maiden, the wild horse to my pristine Epona. The one whose heart swells with pride to know that they are the only one in mine. The one who finds himself thinking of me unbidden."

"Plus on apprend a connaître l'homme, plus on apprend a aimer le cerf."