When I was in college, a woman selling cologne in a department store squirted some on me.
“I don’t smell anything,” I commented.
“That means you’re not ready for it,” she said, condescendingly.
“That means I’m not ready for it?”
“Maybe one day.”
For years, whenever I recalled that moment, I derided that woman. But one day, I thought, “What if she was right? What if I really wasn’t ready for it?”
And that’s the origin of The Marisa Disclaimer.
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