Lived in a bad neighborhood many years ago. The guy next door had just got out of prison for shooting some guy over a drug deal. The guy on the other side, never spoke to him. He had a pet pig. He seemed a little too rich for where he was living. Jet skis, new cars, he was not wanting for money.
So this beautiful JW knocked on my door with a handful of pamphlets or something. Wow, she was blond, very neat and clean, with like a modified short cut page boy haircut.
I wanted to grab her, drag her inside, and uh... fix her a cup of tea. (first instinct) I'm a nice guy. But I knew that if I even thought of that, someone else up the road would do it.
I politely told her that she was in the very wrong neighborhood to do what she is doing. And I warned her to skip the house next door and to go somewhere else. She was not in a door-to-door friendly area.
(a different story)
When I was young in my mid-twenties there was a young brunette with bright red lips about the same age as me that came around selling something. I still do not know what she was selling. She was wearing a white knee length old fashion dress with blue flowers all over. My hormones skyrocketed and exploded in midair. I was definitely in Love. So I invited her inside.
We went to the living room and sat on the carpet. She laid out all kinds of catalogs and brochures and whatever. My temperature must have been 110, and she seemed receptive. I was just about to move on it, because I had no control over what I was doing. I was right there, and then my wife came home.
My wife chased her out of the house like a cat chases a bird. She got home just in time. I was out of control. If she had been an hour later, who knows what may have happened. I literally couldn't help it.
