I will not pretend I know boys at all. Or men, though I've never encountered a real man. They're all boys playing dress up in their father's clothing. All boys are the same, I have discovered. French boys. Dutch Boys. And now, English boys.
It is not very nice to take a girl on a date, have some drinks and some laughs, sleep with her and then forget that she exists. I hadn't thought much of it. People get busy and things happen, but it has been a month.
Boys? I suppose I must do without them.