Charlotte, while both appreciate and treasure your thoughtful response, this line leapt out at me in particular. Kris Gage wrote a great piece on love https://medium.com/@krisgage/how-to-really-know-youre-in-love-d8d433a0f0bf
which I so enjoyed that it is worth it to reread at times. I think we’re all guilty of what she points out, at least at one point in our lives. It’s nice to be considered a superb fuck, but when it come to the emotional involvement, yah.
The stories of two heroines of mine- Karin Blixen and Beryl Markham, both of early 1900s colonial Kenya and both powerful, potent women are similar. They dashed their hearts on the rocks of the limp but dashing Denys Finch-Hatton, who was given real gravitas and power by Robert Redford in Out of Africa. He had neither. But these women competed, schemed and fought for his love, which he withheld as he pleased. His early death was a gift to them both. It’s hard to see what we do — even though we see it intellectually, the heart’s a bitch at times.
Thanks for your comments.