Sorry
“Oh come on, nice thighs…”
 I could feel her whisper in my ear as she sat inches away from me.
 “But I’ve never been with a girl…”
 “There’s a first for everything Rose. Try it! It’s fun, I swear.”
 As she said this, she pulled me closer to her on the couch.
 “I don’t know what to say. I really don’t.”
 “Say you love me. Say you want to be with me.”
Reporter: “Rose, Rose are you listening?”
 Rose: “I’m sorry I must have zoned out. What were you asking me?”
 Reporter: “In your new book you talk about letting god take care of all of your regrets. Tell us, how does that work?”
 Rose: “I pray to god to make the right choices in life. That’s all.”
 Reporter: “So, you live a regret free life now? You have no regrets.”
“I can’t be with you. I just can’t.”
 “Come on nice thighs, don’t be silly.” She pressed her hand against my thigh, her face now milimeters away from mine.
 “I’m sorry.”
Reporter: “Rose, do you have any regrets?”
 Rose: “No. I have none…”