Rather, she would talk at me, warning me with finality of this great hazard of life. Thus before I had even experienced a sloppy first kiss by one of those 'flies,' I had a precise mental picture of the elusive nuisances commonly known as boys. I truly believed that boys, like flies, would intrusively land in my life but then stay no more than a fleeting moment.
Flies are notorious for defecating wherever they land.
I am terrified of committing a few months of my life to one person. The notion of coupledom is just as elusive as those individual flies were. The female has her head burrowed under the tall boyfriend's chin. It reminds me of some bizarre insect mating ritual. This fly would be special- not finicky like the rest of his race.