6rd in Hey, buddy, got a light?

Shits weird, man. I don’t recall hearing the doorbell, just some sudden knocks.
Blah blah blah, rapping at my chamber door, it’s some fuckin idiot, this it is and nothing more.
So I saunter-, I still do that, fuck you. Anyway, I sauntered on out to answer the door and it’s some girl, man. I don’t think she was in school, but she said she was. Or atleast implied it, I think. Something about selling subscriptions for a trip overseas. I tried to send her off quickly by just BS’ing, “I can’t help ya, I’m not looking to buy any magazines.” She said some other stuff, but to be honest I was sort of nervous and can’t remember it.
I was’nt nervous because I thought she was cute. Ofcourse, I say that because I’m vain and shallow. She looked like me if I was a girl, I guess thats the best I can put it. After her mumbo jumbo about..whatever, I was ready to close the door and say bye have a nice life, quit looking me in the eye. “There is another way you can help.”
Thats when it hit me-, and don’t ask why, but I swear to christ, I thought “Is she going to ask to suck my dick?”
She was being all weird an shit, man. Or atleast sending off that vibe pretty strong.
It was just some other schpiel though, about donating books or something, hell if I know, I was too confused by what’d just happened.
She smelled like weed, too, and I think I saw tattoos on her wrists. High school indeed.
Missed opportunity? Nope.
Jarrod’s asked me a couple times here and there, ‘how do you do it?’ I always have the same answer: “It don’t bother me none.”