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A Gentleman’s Plea of Reconsideration from the Fair Sex (m4w)
Oh, how do I begin? How does one ever begin?
Our first encounter was a disaster; I fear I have sullied your impression of me forever. You were enchanting at the dance, the ribbons of your dress, the curve of your elegant neck, the curls of your dark hair—and I so cold!
Our meetings since have been tinged with the same misfourtune—your sharp tongue, my blundering defensiveness.
Surely you must know by now the depth of my affection for you, despite my outward reserve. It is only for fear of rejection, of painting myself the fool, that I withdraw from my effusive praise for your wit, your lovely features, and your fine mind. As for your sisters, I must admit that I find their actions to be somewhat distasteful, though I believe that you are not too much like them to cause worry.
If this stirs you in any way, please give me knowledge of your sentiment—a brush of your gloved hand on my sleeve, an offer to dance (for I will not refuse you again), a simple yes…
RE: A Gentleman’s Plea of Reconsideration from the Fair Sex (m4w)
And these, the words of a gentleman! Your coldness has been met with my distemper. What expressions of adoration are these that cannot be uttered out loud? To say I’m flattered would be a fallacy—how does one learn of someone’s true nature but through their actions? You have insulted me time and again, and while our encounters may increase, due to circumstance or the insistence of my “inferior” family, my resolve on this matter shall remain unshakeable. The only yes you will hear uttered from my lips will be my happy response whence you depart.