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I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby and a member of the educated Elite. In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories. I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year. I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy, until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life. (He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.) Let’s get poetic-ish.. I said, “Let’s start a flirtationship abstract, immaterial and fun. We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension. Could we just have an involvement and not read into it? Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free? Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying.” Of course, that was a lie. I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost and honestly, when do I not get what I want? "I was by far the knavishist." I admitted. "Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'. . . songs for this: Honeypie by JAWNY Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three