The tenderness of youth, we’ve all been there before.
Could it be that we were irreverent, we loved physical contact, much more, physical touching, the improper moments, not of correctness, nor of being correct, not fitting of politeness, attributed to our style? The styles we put on.
This little 500cc is a sure sign you buttressing up, you gallantry and you courage, a course of your style and your independence.
It should be and as an example, I see the improprieties, especially since after showing off. I followed her inside the store. I then had to ask her to move albeit politely, or else I would have brushed up against her.
*May the angels be encamped around you!
To think a handsome young man shows up some place, more so than showing up, he shows off, and here I might add. It’s a bit of mixing up other’s feelings. I’m sorry, I told her, it just so happens that I ran into her in the local grocery store, we were grabbing at food off the shelf.
I mean, what do you do, she had already invaded my space.
“I think you would love to have coffee with me and chat with me about this, that or the other,” I told her.
“I’m not opposed to a place or a setting or a particular neighborhood, well, yes, I am, really, actually. I would prefer an upscale place,” she replies.
Oh, it would be nothing of a ghetto place, but a simple place, a delightful place where we could communicate on neutral grounds and be with ordinary people just like ourselves.
“OK-A-A-A-Y, How About The Watch Tower,” I asked her.
“The watchtower..The Watchtower?” She asks me.
She tells me, “Okay, now the curious ones will be interested to know who I am, right?”
This was about the Watch Tower.
“Who?” I ask her.
“They’re up there watching you know!” She tells me.
So we begin our journey to the Watch Tower.
“Come on, come in please!” The ever-so-present and strong club bouncer, castle gate guard, what-have-you, speaks to us. “So how about eating a piece of cheese then?”
“Okay,” we said.
“OKAAAY, THEN SET YOUR BUTTS DOWN.”
Such rough talking, I might add.
Now in the Watch Tower, nowhere can we go.
Having mentioned in his sermon, this person who stands guard in the Watch Tower, his speech is about articles of clothing and he begins with demonstrating and showing us with hands, without any remorseful sorrow, rather out of pure meanness and too, he’s wailing and shouting at us. This was about sexy attire, “Let’s don’t misappropriate articles of clothing,” clinching with his fist hand, “Was this the doings of Renaissance Act with their fancy makeup and fancy clothing? Have you ever seen them walking around so aimlessly, all goth and horny?”
I think so, we both nodded and we agreed, we had thought so.
So we went inside the Watch Tower.