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Isn\u2019t it amazing? That all the men would get down and kiss her feet if she asked them to. Jo would scoff at that. People couldn\u2019t conceive of desire that had no place for men. They couldn\u2019t even imagine it. They couldn\u2019t believe that if the most handsome men wanted you, you could possibly want a woman. And a young one at that. But she had been beautiful at that age, hadn\u2019t they noticed? People told Jo she was striking.<\/p>\n

All they meant was that she was living in that window of time when your face always looked as ripe as a peach, and your body as smooth as an apple, but you were innocent to the power that gave you. The good thing about marrying your professor was the prestige that came with it. She\u2019d seen it happen to other women, just like her. With male professors mostly. They\u2019d pick you out, leave their partner for you, and you\u2019d be ordained. Everyone would gasp and wouldn\u2019t say: it\u2019s because she\u2019s the most charming, the most beautiful.<\/p>\n

No, they would all whisper about how it must mean you were the most intellectually gifted. So, she had the beauty and Sofie gave her the smarts. Now she thought those people knew nothing. When she was with Sofie, she used to think about winning the lottery. She spent hours planning how she\u2019d spend the money and where she\u2019d live. She felt better and safer in this imagining. She used to tell Sofie about it: the library room she\u2019d have; the pink wallpaper, the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.<\/p>\n

That conversation became a permanent fixture in their repertoire, especially on a bad day. It amazed Jo that even though Sofie \u00adseemingly had everything, she could empathise with the idea of wanting more. In fact, she was more forthcoming about the things she wanted than Jo had been. Sofie might have a house, but lots of people she knew had better ones. If she won the lottery, she\u2019d buy a Modernist \u00adspectacle with glass walls and a swimming pool.<\/p>\n

Neither of them ever played the lottery, but that was almost the point. If Jo had been so inclined, she might have made some crass remark about winning the lottery by being with Sofie. But she knew Sofie would have hated that, and part of the fun was imagining things that would never come to be.<\/p>\n

Jo often longed to call Sofie up during a period of silence and ask her if she remembered some moment like this from their lives together that would play in her head on repeat. She longed to have her feelings validated by the one person who always refused to do it. Wasn\u2019t that what love was about?<\/p>\n

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It may not be possible to change the font for these pieces of text. 1kitap1.com\/en Dedication For Theo 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Note to Readers Dedication The first phase One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight The second phase One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine The third phase One Two Three Four Five Acknowledgments About the Publisher 1kitap1.com\/en The first phase 1kitap1.com\/en Posted by aw0mbofonesown AITA for telling my male friends their stories of sexual harassment don\u2019t count?<\/p>\n

I was at the pub last weekend with a group of friends and by the end of the night, I was the only woman left. I don\u2019t know how the topic came up, but suddenly the group started sharing their stories of when they\u2019ve been preyed upon by women (in a sort of, \u2018it happens to us too\u2019 way).<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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