Some of JD’s boasting got an initial pause, having to remind herself that they weren’t the empty words that she’s heard so often.  “I think I told you that one of my worst fears is getting cheated on.  I’ve only had one other relationship where things felt really serious, though the boy in question apparently had three or four.”  Her smile vanished as her sunglasses turned towards the ocean in dark memories.  “He’s in prison now - allegedly GTA, no idea if he really did it, don’t really care - and hopefully he’s getting all the ass he wants now.”  She shook her head.<br/><br/>“But, we’re very different people.  I<em>could</em>just be satisfied finding someone to marry, being a good housewife, but it’s not really what I want.  I want kids, but I don’t want to be pregnant.”  Her tone made clear she wasn’t sure how much she was being clear and how much was just rambling.  “So much of history just seems to be repetition, just the same old things over and over.  I refuse to believe that we’re all trapped in the same cycle, reliving everything over and over because people don’t change and nobody reads enough history to ensure we don’t repeat the same old mistakes.”<br/><br/>She hadn’t thought through this conversation, and it showed.  She didn’t have a natural aptitude for compelling conversation, though she’d already showed she could plan one out if she took the time.  “I want to learn from you, but I don’t know if leadership can be taught.  In a way, I know I don’t need it.”  She tapped the sand with her fingernails to search for the right words.  “I want to lead as easily as I can sew or help children.  Adults are just…”  Moments passed, and she wasn’t sure how to explain.  “Part of me feels like we could team up somehow, but I think you’d be bored sitting in on the meetings as my assistant.”