I'm not winsome, am I? I got called winsome today, and Mark assured me I'm not, but timprov thinks I might be. You know who's winsome, is people in Louisa May Alcott books. Not even the good ones, either; the ones like Rose and for heaven's sake Amy.
But Timprov says I must be, because people sometimes like me right off the bat.
Then again, the person who applied this adjective to me used one of those complimentary-but-not-really adjectives on porphyrin, or at least on her butt, so maybe I just shouldn't worry about it.