Really? Will have google that one. Though, think i read, things start slowing down around in the 40s. And so yeah, there's going to be problems. Becky is 23, and she's gorgeous, and energetic. And yeah, i get it: it's only Wednesday, and you have work tomorrow. Uhm, so does she. But, it's an age thing - being out till half past eleven, is one thing, for a 20-something. And another, for a 50-something. And besides that, why shouldn't the girl be able to have some fun on the disco-floor? It's not like there's a ring on her finger. And it's not like she has forever, either.
Yeah, funny how things like rings, and a date (to get with the preacher) are known to settle things down. But nnnoooohoho, you're not into, that "piece of paper" - but ya shure were, when ya bought that snow-blower last fall. And we're not even going to talk about the sports car.
Anyway, the telltale flinging back of blond tresses and the half-stomp of stilettos toward a neighboring room, is hardly a half-subtle message, nor one undelivered to your ear. And yeah, she's pouting. Of course she's being childish. She's 23, you idiot.
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