Showing posts with label life at the motel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life at the motel. Show all posts

Saturday, June 2, 2007

All the old guys love me

Is this what I've come to? Men of retirement age the only ones who fawn over me?

Say it ain't so. Tell me that at my age, all I can expect is the stooped, the balding, and the pot-bellied?

I brought some homemade soup to a neighbour who is very sweet, and fairly elderly, and I thought I was just being kind until he grabbed my ass and insisted on kissing me on the mouth. Six times.

Not that I minded quite so much, cuz he's harmless and he's moving out of the motel at the end of this month, but hell! Hell's bells!

HELP!