Anyone need a lift, by the way?
My velvet-cushioned (claret with gold tassels), mahogany finished (trimmed with brass handrails and mother-of-pearl inlays) handbasket (with the personalized nameplate, of course) is currently in the shop at the moment: the wheel need realigning, keeps going off the straight and narrow path for some reason. But I’m sure it will be ready soon enough.
And I have the scenic route Triptiks from AAA. As well as the direct routes.
Hey hey hey. Let’s keep calm a moment.
May I put in a perspective from the young lady’s point of view, as someone who found herself in this position not once but twice before the age of 20.
Let’s assume that you are a nice, genuine guy. You don’t want to do her any harm. You just met someone that toots your horn.
I’m hoping that you LIKE the female in question in terms of her personality, joie de vivre, general bounciness, whatever in addition to her youthful physical charms.
If that’s true, and you enjoy her company, then why not just establish a friendship at least? It might turn into something, it might not. You could both get a hell of a lot out of it. I know I did, I’m grateful to them both, and the gentlemen in question remain dear friends to this day, sixteen years later.
Take it slowly, treat her gently and with respect, and you could be remembered fondly for many years.
One last thing: keep her away from female friends your own age. They’ll turn the subject of your friend into a bitch-fest, sorry to say.
Good luck and no more thoughts of hell-fire!
Young girls bad. Stay away from. Run fast. Bad, bad, bad.
You’ll be driving on the road to total ruination if you pursue it!
Bwahaha. More proof that I’m always right AND a funny anecdote. Thanks for brightening my afternoon, Tuckerfan.
screech-owl, how many can that basket fit? We might have to squeeze.
As a Born-Again Reincarnationist, I’ll be starting my own taxi service. Next lifetime, of course.
Chances are, I’ll be the dray at the front, but with good behaviour, I might move up eventually to being the driver. Again.
“I wish I was young again. Why? So I could F*CK teens again.”
-Carlin
And I’m going to hell… Reasons: various.
Yeah I had a similar experience. About six months ago I went to a topless bar and this chick (praticaly naked) comes and sits on my lap and starts chatting me up. In our conversation I asked her if shes ever been to this certain bar that I know of and she said “No I can’t go there” To which I responded with: “really? why?” thats when she told me she was only 18.
Now here I am 33yo with a naked 18yo girl on my lap.
Uh… yeah… I’m REALLY going to hell.
And the problem would be…?
SHAKES, ya know, I’m having a hard time working up any sympathy for you here. Really not happening. Dreadfully sorry, old chap.
I was introduced to a certain family through a friend of a friend kind of relationship, and we all really hit it off and became riding buddies (horses) as they had a nice spot of land and several horses. They also boarded some of my friend’s horses.
Part of the family was a cute young daughter who, over the course of a couple of years, grew the kind of looks (pretty face and awesome figure) that would make you walk into trees sometimes.
Well, she developed a minor crush on me for a while, but it finally faded. Can’t say I didn’t wish she was just a couple of years older, though. If I’m remembering correctly, she was 12 or 13 when all started riding together, 17 by the time we all kind of went our seperate ways.
Anyways, fast forward to a few months ago. Right as my longtime GF and I were breaking up, this little cowgirl shows back up in my life (on my porch, actually) and makes me an offer I wonder why I refused. She’s even a few years past legal now. Sure, it might’ve been a really fun weekend, but I wasn’t ready for anything then. And in the back of my mind, I was remembering this cute little girl who used to love riding with us. Maybe that was it.
If I hadn’t already known her from her late childhood (early teens), maybe I would’ve rode her into the sunset. But… I just couldn’t.
Was it the recent breakup or remembering her as a child? Maybe a little of both.
She called me yesterday to tell me which club she’s now dancing at. The current GF wasn’t entirely happy about it.
If the road to hell includes what I was thinking yesterday, I’ll bring the beer, guys. We’re cooking steaks, right?
(Besides, I’ve done other things that would get me there…)
She’s only underage legally. Biologically she’s ripe for the looking.
Thanks guys. At least I know I’ll have company. I actually got the chance to talk to her today. She seems really cool and down to earth.
Then she mentioned that she went to a local all girl Catholic school. My unstoppable Catholic uniform affection (SCHWING!! ) ran head long into my unmovable Catholic guilt complex (and schwung).
It’s a long season and you gotta trust it. I think I’ll take Rapunzel’s advise. Maybe now that the ice has been broken we might get to talk more often. I don’t know how I feel about entering ANY relationship (no matter how small) with the expressed role of “Fond Memory”, but it might be good. At least I would have something other than “Overbearing Control Freak” on my romantic resume.
Now, if only I could “come to grips” with those damn Olsen twins!!
>>Now, if only I could “come to grips” with those damn Olsen twins!!<<
You sick bastard.
Hell is too good for you.
Yes! Send him to Cleveland! He deserves it! 
Don’t worry about it, I am attracted to 17 year olds all the time, it is perfectly normal… wait, your 34? She’s only half your age? Dirty old man. (I am 19.)
Would you like to know just what level of hell your going to?