Oh, she was really cute, but she just doesn’t get it. I mean, she has these perfect little blue eyes, and our feet were almost touching, but she kept talking about other girls. It didn’t help that I had to hear her whole stupid life story about growing up in fucking Reading. Now she wants to open up a shop with sex toys and a café. I mean, that’s fine, but it was all about her, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, and now I can’t go into the bar where she works because I sort of don’t want to see her. But I’m still attracted to her too. I swear to God, all these fucking hick girls come to the city and they can’t handle it. I wanted to tell her, listen, sister, don’t mess around with a girl that’s been around. You’re cute but I could fuck you over if I wanted to. I’ve got skills that you don’t. What’s the point? She’ll learn soon enough.