You know the way, in really intense or really shitty novels, one lover says to the other: "You're like a work of art" or something like that? Well. Here's an extract from a message I got today on OUT:
Gosh, I couldn't help but notice when I saw your picture how pre-Raphaelite your features are. I promise, that's not a cheesey chat-up line or anything (one step removed from "come up and see my etchings" or something like that). It's one of my favourite styles of painting, and I can see you in a Rossetti or a Burne-Jones painting.
What do you think?!
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