Since beginning my semester at the local community college most of my attempts at romance have been cut painfully short by a simple comment like, "yeah, my husband paints all the time," or, "I just hope I get out of lab in time to pick my daughter up at school."
Then today I meet a girl who I am pretty confident is neither a wife nor a mother, and turns out to be really cool. She smokes, drinks, listens to awesome music, has a great sense of humor, is bi, pretty as hell, etc. Most of the time we spent talking was either during or shortly after smoking a whole bunch of weed in the park. She rocks.
Turns out she's barely 16.
Fuck.
Oh well. She'll make a great suicide girl in a couple years.
Then today I meet a girl who I am pretty confident is neither a wife nor a mother, and turns out to be really cool. She smokes, drinks, listens to awesome music, has a great sense of humor, is bi, pretty as hell, etc. Most of the time we spent talking was either during or shortly after smoking a whole bunch of weed in the park. She rocks.
Turns out she's barely 16.
Fuck.
Oh well. She'll make a great suicide girl in a couple years.
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