Das Boots, Page 1
As a young lady growing up in the back woods of America, I wasn’t exactly hounded by boys. Part of that was circumstantial. I was homeschooled, and you really had to go to high school to get to know anybody in that area. But part of it was personal as well. I was tall. I was bold. I was smart.
I liked to tell myself that they were absolutely terrified of me. (And to some extent, I still think they are.) The only other explanation would be some horrible self-deprication. Once I move out of the forest and into the city, I learned that the problem most certainly did not lie within my person and that yes, I am attractive to males. (Sometimes to a disadvantage.)