Over a decade ago, I used to go to a local library's computer terminals, and there was this somewhat nerdy pre-teen brunette who I suspected was hitting on me. She always denied it, but it still gave me the creeps. She might've even been in a special education school for all I knew.

Then two days in a row, I saw her decked out in two sexy outfits, and I though my dick was going to break out of my pants. But the fact that she was still under age bums me out. It made me wish there was a girl closer to my age who hit on me and looked that good. Just another reason for me to hate life.