So everyone knows, whatever pet names or femme fatale personifications you have for the pair are fair game, but we are, after all, talking about a fish.
Just don't want anybody becoming so enamored with "her" that they become delusional. Now I know, I know: that movie
Splash with Tom Hanks and Darryl Hannah makes you think it's a possibility, makes you believe you can dream, makes you think there's something on the Internet that has a greater capacity to ruin marriages by consuming time and attention than World of Warcraft.
But mermaids that break television sets by squeaking loudly and a very specific currency pair - even if they both seem to be able to survive underwater and have blonde hair (you can code some crazy things into Metatrader) - are apples and oranges. Now you may say, "Andrew, wild hearts run free" or some lovesick nonsense and even tell me you and the Guppy shared an intimate moment the other night where you were long
while listening to that "Almost Paradise" song from
Footloose. Well, that sounds like a lovely time; but I'm warning you: don't mistake that for a commitment from her. Open yourself up, show your vulnerable side, let your guard down, and one day you may wake up with her closet emptied out and in a margin call.
She can't swim and I have children with her
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