Another episode in the never-ending saga of Trina attracting gross, old men.
I mean, I've pulled over to look at a pretty house; hell, I've been known to slow down to get a better look at a pretty boy.
However, when I'm walking home from work at night and some scuzzy-looking forty-something man slows down, pulls over and then STOPS, leans over, stares, and beeps his horn at me, I think the Law of Slowing Down to Look at Pretty Things has been significantly broken.
Kind of makes me feel like taking a shower, you know?
However, when I'm walking home from work at night and some scuzzy-looking forty-something man slows down, pulls over and then STOPS, leans over, stares, and beeps his horn at me, I think the Law of Slowing Down to Look at Pretty Things has been significantly broken.
Kind of makes me feel like taking a shower, you know?