The call of the Siren has dashed my boat across the rocks many times, and like the wright brothers they often take to disguise, Hidden in plain sight, if you thought they looked nice, you'd be right, but after a while the mask drops, the butter wouldn't melt shit stops. That sweet petite has retreated, taken a back seat and now you're greeted by an unsavoury sour tower thats now in the driving seat. Driven to distraction and my attraction losing traction, I find my best course of action is a full retraction of my application in relation to the position. Submission is not one of my strong suits and further interest is definitely not on the cards. Regards.
