Jess doesn’t want to be approachable

Gentlemen, you’d have so much more luck if you paid more attention to a girl’s book than to her boobs.

If I’m in a corner with my hood up, head down, headphones on, and face buried in this:

Why would you walk up and ask if I have a boyfriend?

And when I say “yes” in hopes of shutting you up, why would you continue pursuing it with, “Oh, is it serious?”  (It’s dead serious.)

Because then when I say, “Well, I mean, I did…” and glance down at my literary work, I am not playing it coy or implying that I’m getting over a breakup.  I’m implying that I hid the body really well.

And when you say, “Would you be open to something else?” and I answer, “Maybe try an ax next time instead of a .45,” don’t look confused.

*By Jess, whose sign is “Do Not Enter.”

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