"There are two mes. The one that you see, the other you talk to. Who do you prefer?"
Can't I have both?
"No, you have to choose one." She grinned mischievously.
The one that is asking me to make the choice -- is she the one I see or the one I talk to?
"You decide that." She grinned mischievously.
One has the flesh, the other has the thoughts. I like the flesh, therefore I like the thoughts -- or is it the thoughts that make the flesh so endearing?
"Go on, go on. I am listening." She grinned mischievously.
I think it is the thoughts that work for me. Without the thoughts, what good is the flesh? A body in the mortuary? A mannequin in the shop?
"You are smart." She grinned mischievously.