Chicks

"Not girls again!"

I should have known better than to have gone to Michael. Maybe I should've gone to Dad. Not Mom, she'd have been shocked that I had something like a date at all. But I went to Mike, my eighteen year old brother. His leather creaked as he lay down on his bed.

"Oh well," he said, "what's the matter?"

That's Mike, always ready to help.

"Well, I was with this girl yesterday, and we ended up going to the movies and I tried to kiss her but she wouldn't let me. All she did was peck me on the cheek." I blushed remembering it.

"Did she act like she wanted you to kiss her?"

"Well, she flirted a lot and hinted at stuff and sat on my lap..."

"She wanted kissed. You should have persisted, you little geek. You shoulda just gone up and kissed her."

"But she said she didn't wanna..."

"Look, twerp, you're so pathetic that to get some, you're really gonna have to press it. They all want it, just with some ya gotta use more pressure than others."

That's Mike alright, leaving you on a good note.