Another mental blond and some excuses

So I gave this girl the well known flowers and took her to the cinema another time, and we hugged each other and all the business. And it was fine until I rubbed her cheek and said, you know, the usual, you’re so beautiful and cheesy stuff. But she kind of freaked out and frowned and started to talk talk talk with her, hey, honey, you know, we had a good time, and I care about you quite a lot, but you know, I won’t love you, I don’t wanna, I’m fine like this, so, enough with this bullshit, I don’t like flowers, or clumsy poetry, going to the cinema was great, and so was sex, but you keep on believing that this will last forever, and that’s what I don’t want, I ain’t no housewife, I don’t wanna meet your friends, you know, I like being by myself, so I guess that’s it, and I’ll keep you around, I like you, but I don’t wanna marry you, for God’s sake, you should deal with it.

So I looked at her, another skinny girl with yellow teeth and lousy brain, bowed with a graceful movement of my hat and hit the road again. It wasn’t worth it, you know. They always take that fiction too seriously, and ruin everything when it’s just a game to play with easiness. So I flew and got lost a little; it’d be better if they flew in the sky with me, like Lucy with pink pigs. Men, I mean it, I really cannot forgive them, under any pretext, if they don't know how to fly. They surely waste their time trying to seduce me like that.