Needless to say, I don't think Lily is scary or sad anymore.
Our talk had revealed many things. I had broken the ice, and she had followed up most helpfully. In the end, I learned quite a few explanatory little facts.
First was the fact that Lily was not sad! She explained complex subjects with short words only to explain that her morose attitude was merely just her sense of humor. She admitted that she was quite happy with her life, and that she had nothing to complain about at all.
This lead to the second fact, which came up a little later. After I had gone down a pretty dark road which I probably should have stopped traveling earlier, she told me that relationships were the least of her troubles. She wasn't heartbroken, or desperate, and said that her songs were, in fact, purely artistic. Love is complex and was worth all the songs a life can give, she said.
I found that amazingly poetic, at the time. I was impressed such a dark character could say such things.
There was also the drunk very early morning subject. I confessed to witnessing it and took credit for the morning presents, and she confessed, in turn, that she knew. At first I was vexed about her simply ignoring my kind deed, but I remembered that she had been drinking of all things, and probably didn't feel very proud of it. I asked her if she was alright, and she smiled.
We never approached the clothes issue. I did want to apologize for calling her a nudist misfit, but the subject never came up. It's difficult to admit but I think we did actually get pretty carried away. When the band interrupted I had no idea how much time had passed. Of course, the interruption broke the spirit and we just went on with work.
Because of a) this talk going well and b) the fact that mentioned talk didn't include touchy subjects I wanted to bring up, I felt like another talk was in order. After all, my fear was gone, and I believe that I could really simply approach her and start chatting.
It's worth a try.