As a result of this book, I try to send out psychic loving rays to anonymous damsels I feel are certainly in distress.
I had a dragonfly / damsel fly sighting I won't go into again as it seems that it shouldn't exist.
I won't be the damsel in distress I used to imagine.
You just say to yourself, "Wow, there's a damsel in distress, I want to be a knight in shining armor, I want to rescue that woman".
I am no damsel in distress but I definitely appreciate the help in handling heavy luggage.
Starting with Damsels in Distress, I worked my way backwards.
People have this problem with Brunhilda as a damsel in distress, but I say she is.
And then, essentially, reached out to her and asked her if she'd be the damsel, and she said, "I'd be honored," which is kind of funny because Sue's the most accomplished badass.
The opening lines now sound less like strip-club small talk and more like a damsel pining from a tower: "I feel like I've been locked up tight for a century of lonely nights, waiting for someone to release me".
I slowly extracted myself; it was hard for me to accept that it had mostly been about sex for him, that and some damsel-in-distress fantasy I seemed to have dispelled, because I think it's possible that he did care for me at some point.
