She Was She Was

She was, not plain, but plainly not unplain. Uninteresting maybe. I remember thinking that I would not remember what she looked like. Even if she said my name. If she named me I could not name her. She had provoked a level of emotion in me, emotion that if uncontrolled could possibly provoke a level of emotion that could, in fact, be dangerous to me. Uninteresting in looks but personality was ethically and ethnically challenged. She lied, every word she spoke was a lie. She lied on paper and in person and personally, I propose that she, in paper and in person, lied on a regular basis. Perhaps her lies to her were merely dramatics, her drama displayed a sense of creativity creatively executed in the lies on paper and in person.We had ethnical differences which produced an ethical dilemma. We had ethical differences which were voiced over the phone and I dread the moment I must meet with her in person. No matter, as the matter has resolved itself because she was plain, uninteresting and if she named me I could not name her.