Dear Hillary,
I’m in trouble again. Met this crazy bird who had me eating out of her hand within 10 minutes. Sparkling, sensational, super and sexy. I took her home and read all of the above. Had to miss the next two nights as I was sent to Chiang Mai for work, but when I came back from up north, she didn’t want to know me. Didn’t want a lady drink, nothing. It was as if I never existed and the sexy night we had before never happened. What am I supposed to do now?
Jimmy
Dear Jimmy,
What do you want for your 16th birthday, Petal? You have a long way to go yet in the battleground called “women”. You fell for a professional lady of the night, who was doing her job, and very well too, it would seem. But just by bobbing up again like a rabbit from a gopher hole, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, doesn’t change the way she acts. Go to a better bar, and grow up. Or rather, grow up first and then go to a bar. And, by the way, I think you are telling porky pies.
