She soon tired of me. I fell asleep right after, forgot to compliment her, and ate the bonbons. I think the snoring sealed it. She sat at her dresser, putting up her hair, and talked about yesterday’s trip to the salon. I wondered where supper was.
I was never invited back. Why? What had I done?
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I think just being a man pretty well sums it up….
Actually what I described pretty well summed me up at 19 or 20…golden years wasted through boorishness!
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