Oh Yes

Yes, I will. I will look at him flirtatiously whenever he addresses me, and I'll raise my eyes slowly because yes, it will be dark and we all want that mysterious mood. I will wear nice clothes and probably a necklace. I will be a lady who listens and cares. I will not smile too much because it gives me that goofy look. I will not be over talkative, and I'll likely wear makeup... Lipstick... Foundation... Mascara... Corrector... And I will be poised and polite. Dumb, dumber, dumbest. I will just giggle when usually I would've answered "I couldn't agree less." And if that doesn't work, I guess I'll just swing my culture sword and rip the bastard's head off while I -by the way- comment that in fact I don't like wearing high heels or makeup or necklaces and that no, I don't have a hairstyle(because actually my hair wears me and not the other way 'round), and that I'd rather have spent those two hours cutting my wrists with encyclopedic pages than with some moronic, cocky, stuck up boy that can't see any further than... Oh my God. See what you made me do? You broke my nail.