Hot Child In The City.

Yeah right. So it might be that we may meet from time to time, the span being a few months at the least given his reflex. We would sit on a bench in a park or, otherwise, stroll somewhere nice and suberby. It will be like I all clad in some voguish outfit, perfect silhouette, fantastically smelling, high-heeled and him. Haha, wonder why the sentence part after "and" is so ridiculously short? It is because he is so all to the contrary. To be more precise, he will have not cared about what he's wearing, all scruffy, of rather vague, nondescript and, alas, uninviting and manrepelling odour. Nah, it's not to make you change anything about it, kid, since your case is one of those when one of the critical periods in a human's lifetime has gone wrong, or, to put it simpler, has not been made any use of. Anyway, as we'll be strolling or whatever, the guys will customarily look at me and wonder what such a girl is doing with such a boy! The denotations of "such" here having opposite meanings, of course. Then, I may tease him, I may play with him a bit, however, I will not go farther than that due to the fact that he is incapable of getting a hard-on. Maybe, in a flash of awareness of the reality happening around him, it will manifest itself to him that the person sitting next to him is a hot child in the city whom he had within his grasp, whom he had exclusive rights to, nevertheless, he did not make anything of that chance... Imagine that knowing smile on my face right now.