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Click hereWas that stirring now?
"I need time to think this over," I said. "Shall we meet up for dinner? Say, Friday night? And no obligation for anything more than that."
"It's a date."
Next time: a dinner date, and more graph theory.
If you enjoyed this story, please vote and/or comment! I love to hear from readers. Thanks to LaRascasse and LesbianChickLit (go read their stories!) and to my loyal partner, for their feedback and encouragement on this series.
I wish I hadn't started reading this. I love the threading, the gaps, the bits of time conveniently packaged and done away with with a sentence or two. It makes it so much more immersive, and it is lovely to read something that just... flows like this does.
Damn you. I had plans for this week.
Unique. And intriguing. I want to see where this goes.
Maybe just a bit preachy and pedantic … but that kind of adds to the general hyper-objective ambiance of the piece … and part of what I want to follow in future parts.
Thinking ahead, all the internal machinations of an aspie relationship makes me think a lot like I had to in some of my communication theory AI work. The kind of "I know that you know that I know that you know…" infinite logic loops … and it makes me get a feel for how tiring that must be to have to think that way to appear to be normal (which is *exactly* what AI machines have to do in interacting with normal humans).
And, though not specifically discussed in this chapter, even *more* difficult to have to use those mental gymnastics to *influence* someone else where the infinitely regressing knowing loops above become infinite predictive what-if loops, like an AI playing "chess" (or worse, "go").
Its no wonder that AI is neither A nor I.
Anon: if you choose to take the crappy men that Anjali encounters on one specific dating site as a reflection on the entire male gender, that's a you problem, not a me problem.
(Also? Not a romance. There's a reason I didn't tag this as a romance.)
It wouldn't be a lesbian erotica without all the potshots at men. Why do authors do this? It comes off as so insecure. "Haha you pathetic men. Fear me and my lesbian ways, as I treat and please women better than you ever could. I shall give her orgasms which will make the kind she had with you seem like a hiccup."
We get it. Anjali is super-duper smart in a world that doesn't want her to be, and now it turns all the men into overcompensating, posturing losers.
It's a shame this category falls for this trope so often. All it does is demonstrate that lesbian romance can only stand on its feet by stepping on men.