I may have mentioned that she was “hard-to-get,” so to speak.
Well, indeed.
What an enigma, man.
She flirted sometimes, and was a stone wall the next moment.
Imagine trying to court an Autumn in Colorado; that was Madelynn.
She was not the first girl to say “no” to me when I first asked her to be mine, but the first in a long time, and the first to affect me.
I was used to predictable, insecure rabbits of girls, whose immaturities and self-conscious fears guided them into my inherent charms and snares; traps they had always desired.
Madelynn was la renard; a fox who put me on my knees for once.
I wasn't what she wanted.
The fox escaped.