Middle kid had a beau who read her diary and pitched a fit because she had crushes on other fellows before they met. I asked him if he thought she was going to wait around on one foot waiting for him to show up. “A woman is like a bar of soap. Hold her too tight and you’re going to lose her.”
Middle kid had a beau who read her diary and pitched a fit because she had crushes on other fellows before they met. I asked him if he thought she was going to wait around on one foot waiting for him to show up. “A woman is like a bar of soap. Hold her too tight and you’re going to lose her.”
And they did come to a parting of the ways.