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I'm wrong-footed by the expectations I found on the ground, for the set roles that male and female should be, as they play their parts within scripted ritual for the Anglo-Saxon courtship dance. My chances of now getting it right are slim, as I trim my behaviour to suit the new school's rules; I'd be well-advised (it might be said) to accredit you with a teacher's function to fill. I'm ill-fitted for passive relationship - stripped (as indeed it would mean) of the macho image I timorously tried for size; and I squirm internally in earning the mockery of those who hold me in default.      I'll hate it if a girl must hold my hand,      whilst leading to explore the Promised Land.