Joy To The World.

It's been a long time since I've been approached by any
sort of females off the street and you know after some time
one starts to get desperate for the attention.

Blame it on me being insecure and fidgety.
Blame it on my self-conscious lack of crystal clear skin,
a chest that's twice the size of my waist,
the refusal of facial hair to thicken around the cheeks,
and a wardrobe that's at least half-full with articles
of clothing that I can fit into nicely.

Just the general inability to be the pretty boy
walking on the street which every other guy wants
a piece of. (namely my ass, to kick; because I look so damn pretty)



So when you arrive on a milkrun to the library,
to return and then borrow new books but instead spend
2 hours chatting up with a couple a chick classmates, politicking
about the social aspect of their lives. You know you've got it good.


That and afterwards, you've realised you've got the ability
to tell off a cute chick who's asking for your money.

NO ONE gets my money,
no matter how cute or how noble the cause.
EVERYONE should know how much of a cheap bastard I am.
I mean, when I step out of the house in messy hair,
unironed bermudas and an oversized shirt, you should get the hint.
So if you're going to be so damned persistent in getting me to fork out
my cash for your 'charitable cause', I tell you I have no money and
that'll return tomorrow; you proceed to ask me for collateral?

Man, that's a bloody attack on my character.

"If there isn't that basic bond of trust between us, how can I
even place my money in your hands and trust that you'll do
good with it?

Trust me when I say I'll return tomorrow."

Try saying that with a straight face when you're absolutely broke
and have no intention of actually donating the money.
I mean, it's not hard and it isn't lying either.



I did return the today,
but I didn't see her at all.