the sexually tractable and the luckless men

Is there shame in begging for a solid yes or no when feeling absolutely wispy.
My eagerness my hands are becoming either irreparably vulgar or am I creating my own masochistic need for rejection.It is wearing to be honest.

I don't know where to draw these new lines. I feel like stretched elastic trying to figure out where the point of losing my form took place. If I was a man would I know what to do. I can't decide.

There is a pocket on the inside of my only appropriate skirt for work.