The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

More than one man in my life has said that to me, and it always works. For a split second. Because I’m rendered speechless by the arrogance, the gall, the unbelievable nerve that it takes to even conceive of that sentence, let alone utter it out loud. It seems to be part of the collective …

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