Be warned

(Sorry it was just too tempting to use every cliche possible!)


Be warned young man, you're about to be played. Be warned because that glint in those seemingly guileless eyes only means that she has found her next target. And honey, from that artful fluttering and the casual way she holds on to your arm, you're it.

I've seen the drill, and believe me, I know what I'm talking about. But you've already fallen. I can tell from the glimmer of excitement in your face as she approaches.

She comes to you like a breath of fresh air, and disarms with a devil-may-care attitude and blinking doe-eyed innocence that brings out a need to protect. That's right, she's every cliche brought to life. Be careful young man. She seems too good to be true because she is.

Ah, those charming rainbow-hued dresses that just flit above the knee. That puzzling, delightful combination of coquette and naivete - Sex Kitten and Girl Next Door combined. Laughter that sounds of bells. A voice that pours over you, like caramel. It's almost amusing to see how quickly and completely you fall.

She's reeling you in, and you marvel at your luck. She's beauty and wit combined, a walking fantasy. Oh dear, I've seen her without her make up, and have seen more cunning than intelligence in her persona, but you are already too far gone. She's got you in her clutches, well and good.

I give it three weeks before you feel suffocated, and her hand reaches into your pocket more than you do. Three weeks before you'll be on the verge of warning the next infatuated fop...