I've put my last post in drafts; it was harsher against a friend of mine than I really wanted, given that he was kind, tender, and so gentle and reassuring after the incident I described. And the making-up for something we do wrong often outweighs a bad (or boneheaded) mistake.
In my next post, I am going to describe a time with a true gentleman, recently, after the bad incident--just a waltz, but one which helped me feel like a cherished and beautiful woman again, a few days after a very bad incident where I felt demeaned and ugly.
