I've often thought about that virgin girl at that one business I patronize and what all she and her kind ever got out of the deals they would so ....aggressively(?)...express a desire to have me sign on for. They all had boyfriends or whatever. So it wasn't that. I had the promise of functioning, I believe, as a weird, emotional equivalent of a mistress for them. They could get all of this bullshit and drama out of me, they hoped, without ever having to commit to fulfilling my desires for anything more than what would amount to a bizarre flirtation for them. E-agh! Yeah, the ones at this business who went after me to a greater rather than a lesser extent saw me as providing something they couldn't get from their boyfriends, fiances, whatever. Good to know. Anyone want to try to prove me wrong on that? I didn't think so.
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