don't think bad of me

today i was approached by a lovely young lass of 19. she discussed music with me and we discovered many common interests. at one point she asked me how old i was and that she thought i was around 18 or 19. and for a brief moment i wished i was because then i wouldn't have had this annoying sensation of guilt that came up and rubbed itself against my leg. in conclusion, today i discovered that i am indeed a sucker for flattery and a pretty face.


btw, for those of you who don't know....i'm not even remotely close to 18 or 19. sigh.....


does this ever happen to girls my age?

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