June 11, 2019:
She's plenty aggressive though, believe you me.
She's the one who undoes the bra. Who pulls my hands to wherever she wants them. Who initiates third base on her parents' carpet unfortunately only moments before they arrive home.
She's curvy, confident, assertive. Everything but organized, or perhaps the explanation might better be: everything but responsible. In all the time she's together with me then later with someone else then later with someone else still, she never does get it together to take the bus down to Planned Parenthood, or up to the Free Clinic, either of which would have provided her with contraception. Absent birth control, her numerous offspring become the purpose of her incarnation, in a kindof prairie trailer trash kinda movie that's all stereotypes and hillbilly humor.
I sure like her. I surely do. But the limits are obvious, and I'm gone before the year is up.