Three Conversations about One Thing

Saturday night, whilst smoking outside of Newport, RI's own Boom Boom Room, I met a young man. He'd just turned 23 and lived in a "big house," where he wanted to "make sweet love" to me after the dancing and drinking business. I declined. Here are three of our conversations, in chronological order:

Him: How old are you?

Me: How old do you think I am?

Him: 27

Me: I'm 31

Him: Nu uh!

Me: Uh huh

Him: Nu uh!

Me: Uh huh

Roughly five minutes later:

Him: How old are you?

Me: How old do you think I am?

Him: 27

Me: I'm 31

Him: Nu uh!

Me: Uh huh

Him: Nu uh!

Me: Uh huh

Roughly three minutes after that:

Him: How old are you?

Me: How old do you think I am?

Him: 27

Me: I'm 31

Him: Nu uh!

Me: Uh huh

Him: Nu uh!

Me: Uh huh

Also, I am way hotter in Newport than I am in Manhattan.