I was never a big drinker, but when I was, I was a contemplative sad one. I think that sometimes comes out.
Sometimes it’s hard to balance giving someone a cold bucket of reality, versus also being emotionally supportive.
It’s the comedy writer in me who, on seeing Cinderalla, thought, mmmm, that coach would make a great pie.
Remember Celeste? I certainly didn’t. Thank goodness for tags!
And there is little more exciting than getting very quickly ditched by a friend, even if you “get it.”
I think that chivalry, even when inspired by desire, can be a fine thing, as long as it is not demanding in any way. This seems a fine example.
I am sometimes frustrated at how little emotions are willing to listen to the logic i throw at them. How inconsiderate!
This used to be one of my fantasy jobs. Now, drawing comics is my fantasy job. Success!
And I can’t remember this woman’s name, but I almost did a spin-off comic with her, I even drew a few strips for it. Fun stuff.