  How humorous. I've deleted my post on anti-BSB stuff...you know, it was funny...I kept my gloves on as it relates to those chumps while I had Sathya for a friend (This is ignoring the fact that a sixteen year-old female could still be in love with a bunch of Viagra-homies in their 20s and 30s...). Well, my gloves are in yesterday's garbage bin. It should be fun. The thing is, detach oneself. It would certainly make things easier.
Be your own guy. Simple, eh? Yeah, sure. Break your paranoia towards the opposite gender? Easier said than done. And then, the Disclosure.
More than a day later, all the stuff I forgot to mention is coming back to me. But so is the apathy. You know, I think I was a little too forgiving when it comes to my wording. I was just far too soft. And I've blown my only shot to alter things. I gave her far too much room to work with in my terms.
But then, knowing the new her, it probably won't matter a damn bit. If this doesn't draw her out, nothing will. But then again...Come Monday, I'll assume she read the Damned Disclosure and doesn't care...or she saw who it was from and deleted it before reading it, wasting 1600 words of effort...say, people...I'm not into raving on and on about this little ColdWar. But the one thing I do worry about is her dissecting the email for the world to see. And for that I would make my words of 11-13 seem like the Muppet Babies . I'd regret it later, but...
Here's my policy: she can do as she pleases; I don't care anymore. There. Well, since, as I said a week ago, I have no life, I'm out on FrontPage working on modding a site for TCS. What I need is a 778 by 92 banner to go at the top of the site. 
