but love is a terrible thing: i have seen my girlfriends suffer and i don't want the same thing to happen to me. they used to laugh at me and my innocence, but now they ask me how it is I manage men so well. I smile and say nothing, because I know that the remedy is worse than the pain: I simply don't fall in love. With each day that passes, I see more clearly how fragile men are, how inconstant, insecure and surprising they are...a few of my girlfriends fathers have propositioned me, but I've always refused. At first, I was shocked, but now I think it's just the way men are.