You can screw someone no problem as long as all you see is their shell, and you show them yours, all painted pretty, and then you have some fun dinners and a few decent fucks and that’s the end of that. But if you get to know somebody, and find out you laugh at the same things and share strange tics; if it gets so good you only need to catch his eye to know what he’s thinking, you are, it is blindingly clear, totally screwed.
