When i was young i read a sci-fi novel in which an alien who is a notorious abomination of a criminal absconds from his/her (there is no such thing as gender) planet. Assuming the human form on earth, he/she attempts to score a meal ticket by reading someone's mind and becoming their ideal mate.The alien succeeds. A man falls head over heels for her. Of course! She's beautiful, a lady and a slut all at once. Any man would be putty. Soon, however, the alien has an epiphany about the strange concept of love previously unbeknownst to her. How can one be so unconditionally devoted to another, forsaking all others, willing to give his all??! To her bewilderment, she softens, experiences remorse for her callous past, and reciprocates selfless love. Eventually with death.
That must've been one of the most romantic stories ever written. I think back and i'm still moved.
I relate to the alien.
The fateful night the alien wins the earthbound man's heart, she's wearing a silk blouse in the color of the moon, rendering her a vulnerable damsel.
Which is why i have a weakness for silk tops in the color of the moon.
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