She isn’t the first spunky brunette I’ve been drawn to, and I’m certain she’s only another bump in the road to happiness. But she distracts me, as Jo did, from the things I ought to focus on and the realities that are possible. I imagine scenarios where we meet, where she’s entranced, when she finally realizes the woman she’s with now is laughably inconsequential and I’m the best fit for her on the planet… And we thrive together as I challenge her. I imagined the same with Jo, and before her with Erica. There’s something about conquering the world with a thin sexy brunette that distracts me from the life that actually does make me happy. Annoying. And yet almost entirely irresistible.