So… I’ve always been a good girl. Not a perfect girl — but I don’t sleep around. There was that one guy when I was younger, but he dumped me when he got what he wanted, and I learned from that. Since then, I’ve kept my legs together, and now I’m nineteen. If I’m gonna be honest… guys my age are immature jerks. They are all over me for free handouts, and that’s not as flattering as they think.
And my parents are after to me to figure out what I’m going to do with my life, since I don’t have a college gig planned yet, and I’m not in a serious relationship. I’m doing part time at Hooters (don’t even fucking say it) and babysitting on the side. Hooters is good money — the tips are like triple what you get anywhere else. Yes, I know what the word objectification means, but the guys that eat there are less crude than what I see outside of work. My parents don’t love it, but they are the ones charging me rent, so I have to do something. So I figure it’s a start. It beats saying I’m still babysitting at nineteen.