Dummy dummy dummy

How long will it take for me to realize that very few people of gender: male have intentions towards me that aren't kind of skeezy?

Walks in the still summer midnight with a boy you assume isn't "interested" because he wasn't in high school are hazardous to little Julias. And "let's listen to blues and smoke" never, never just means that.



[I think the solution is to become tremendously fat. Like W.C. Fields. Maybe I can get a cigar and a chuckle too.]