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?
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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