ink on sugar

I explained Prima Noctae to my English dinner date last night. otherwise all my recent decisions have been perfect. 

men in their late 20’s have turned the courting process into a third-date rule.  dating resembles strip poker.  

in my 30’s now, I know men who just want to gossip.  I really do.  after drinking until dawn they say, “thank you for your time.  see you at work Monday.”  nothing shocks like a man who’s over his ‘conquest’ phase.  there’s nothing left for that man.  he doesn’t trust joy, and he’s too nice to give a woman pain.

my best decision was to play less Pictionary.  everything looks like a penis this month.  I hate being the girl who keeps saying, “Penis!"