Dear Lily,
The other night, while having a few Bacardi Breezers with the girls, I found myself chatting with a tall, handsome stranger at the bar. After twenty-four units of alcohol and a shish kebab, my favorite knickers ended up unexpectedly adorning his bedroom lampshade. The next morning, as I walked home, I was sure he was ‘the one’, but it seems he must have misplaced my phone number since I haven’t received any word from him. Should I make an effort to track him down and jog his memory?
Lily says – Didn’t your parents warn you against talking to unfamiliar men? This man likely lured you back to his home with the promise of sweets and cuddly puppies. I can only imagine your disappointment when you realized he had been spinning tales and just wanted you to part with your underwear. Because of your innocent mistake, you’ve violated one of the three commandments: Thou shalt not play with matches; Thou shalt not cross the road without looking both ways first; and Thou shalt not talk to strangers. In my view, you ought to consider yourself fortunate that you haven’t been sent to bed without supper and with a smack on the bottom.
Hope that helps!
