You should have known something was wrong when she invited you over.
A beautiful young neighbor. A cup of coffee. A smile that lingers just a little too long.
You spend years fantasizing about being alone with her, and now here you are, sitting on her couch thinking you've won the lottery.
Poor thing.
She watches you fall for every trick in the book with barely concealed amusement. By the time you realize you're not the hunter in this story, it's already too late.
When you wake up helpless and trapped, she can't stop laughing. Men always think they're special. Men always think they're different. Men always think they're getting lucky.
And men are always wrong.
After all, she didn't invite you over for coffee.
She invited you over for dinner.
