You men play this really clever trick where you made a rule that any girl interested in me has to behave like Marthe Teusch. That way you claim and share them behind my back. I know you men beg for the invoking to happen. Endless nagging. Old Street found out I could read your minds and you made it harder, but I can still read your minds. If you men weren’t doing anything wrong why would you hide your thoughts from me?