Stand up straight, give proper eye contact, cross your legs when you sit; proper young ladies don’t smile so much. Stop smiling. You’re sending invitations for him to come, the man will sense your innocence, sweet perfume to the attuned hunter. He will seek to know every curve of your body, caresses of exploration in the dark instead of recognizing the lightness of your heart. Don’t look, don’t’ speak. Recede into the very recesses of self, he will move on to easier targets. You will remain pure, untouched, and alone. Prepare for a life of insecurity, the day will come when you will fall, give in and give out the very essence of your being, left hollow and blown away with the winter winds, dying and eventually giving rise to new life.