across the street from each other on East Colonial. I also stayed by those same two 7-11’s. She recently rode down to Miami on a Ninja 250. I rode to meet her that night on my friend’s Ninja 250. My bike was stolen, so I was shopping for a blue 2006 GSXR. She had ridden on the back of a blue GSXR that same day. Her motorcycle had also recently been stolen. We both had three dogs. Both our families were full of drama. There were another 10 things like that. She was staying in Miami only like three blocks away from me. Though I never let her know where I lived, and kept that part a secret. There were also things we were both not interested in, like TV shows. Like Clarisse McClellan in Fahrenheit 451. She asked if I wanted to, uh... go back to my house or something. I said I can’t. I am just really busy, and my house is way too much of a mess right now. I'm not set up for visitors. I said let me give you your $50 already. I only had 20's and 100's, so I gave her $60. Never in human history is a girl like this going to give me $10 change, so I didn't increase the insult by asking. I knew she took it as a complete rejection. Especially after the first thing I said was “You’re not who I thought you were.” I thought she was beautiful and awesome. It was just never near any part of my plans, to pay a child to have sex with me. I had already been shot through the looking glass just talking to her. Her perception that I didn't like her was the furthest thing from the truth. All I could think to do was give her an extra $100 bill. She said what is this for? I said “You're a little angel. Of course an old guy like me is going to want to give you money.” That seemed to cure her rejection and brighten her up, so I left and went home. Then my phone rang. She said she had a hotel room, and asked if I wanted to come hang out after she was done “runnin and eamin.” I was busy. I had plans. I had my night planned. I was not into hanging out in hotel rooms, or partying, or meeting girls, or paying for sex with teenage girls. And certainly not all of them at the same time, the first time, completely out of the blue. But on the other hand she was such a cool relaxed sweet person, and I really wanted to hang out with her. If I didn't, I knew I would never see this great person again. She would be dead in a park or on the highway, and I would never know where or when. So I thought I will go over there and hang out, but I will tell her she is too young to have sex with, and just hang out. Don’t misunderstand. Old girls the same age as me don’t like me. I don’t own a house, I don’t have a career, I don’t own a Mercedes. As I have gotten older, the girls who are actually interested in me have stayed age 22. By age 23, any girl who is sweet and romantic enough to want to hang out with me, is already married with children. And from my side, I am not looking for a soul mate. I am not a hippie, looking for someone to take long walks on the beach. I do not need a person my same age to share my life with, because I am not a hedonist. But this girl was outside of that system. She was a teenager. She looked like a teenager. She was probably a half retarded teenager. She looked the same as going over to the local high school and just grabbing one out of the parking lot. You couldn't even tell yet, what she was going to look like as an adult. The best counter-argument I could come up with, is there have been times and places in history when a guy my age and a teenager would hang out. So maybe it is just our culture, and it is not unnatural, against the law of God. And that is why I have been called a pussy before. Because where some guys would just go over and hang out with the girl, I will spend all night home alone, tied up in contemplation of moral philosophy. It was like I was the crazy one, where a normal person wouldn’t think twice. So I decided to not be so uptight, and just go hang out with her. I-10