She said she likes to be drunk and let the lines flow. Watching the way she danced and thinking about her past, she had all the qualities of a beautiful woman with a fun and free spirit and I wondered about the men that had wanted her before me.

Laying in bed that night she says she has always liked men like me who had lines that she could play within. For a while, she said, she thought she didn’t need any lines at all, but then realized with complete freedom and no boundaries she might accidentally cut her arms and let all the blood flow out or run into traffic whether it was moving or not or fall off a cliff no matter if it was tall enough to die from the fall.

Alone, she had to worry about these things. With a lined man, he held out his arms for her to lean against and bounce between, but never having to worry much about boundaries so that she was free just to flow and dance about.

In the same way, I, the lined man, am free to smile and laugh when I’m with her. Her falling in love in high culture, and I falling in love back, in need of a little levity and fairytale to inspire my philosophy and science.