She styles herself a temptress. She confessed (boasted) that she had bedded multiple professors in her academic career. She confessed (boasted) of her seduction of various and sundry others over the course of her life. She might well think she is working toward seducing me. And, on some level, she’s right.
But I was an easy mark.
From the moment I met her, I wanted her. If there was a seduction to be done, I imagined, I would be the seducer.
“We’re opposites,” she told me. By which, it seems, she meant that my “deviance” (her word) is on the surface, visible, enacted. And hers is repressed, buried, deep, deep within.
The good news?