Not a Match
Marilyn BerkowitzNow's my chance. Mel is tall and thin and dark. With a little arm twisting, he offered me a ride home. This is the perfect time to practice being SEXUALLY ASSERTIVE. In the front seat of his car, my heart is pounding and I can't think of a thing to say. When we got to my house, still sitting in the front seat, I actually leaned toward him to kiss. He quickly pulled out a Marlboro and his Zippo. Not a match.