What's wrong? You can't do it, can you? All this time you've been thinking, plotting, and I catch you by surprise. But the thing is, I just had to stop you here. Because when Dianne told me you were going to ask me out, I didn't know whether to laugh or throw up.
I'm an 18-year-old goth girl, already well experienced in the world of sex, and I've done things you wouldn't even dream of. You're old and you've probably only had sex a few times. Am I right?