he only does it cuz he likes you....

I spent most weekends with my aunt.  Looking back now, I realize that was my mother's feeble attempt to protect me from abuse.
My aunt always sent me to Puglia's supermarket a few blocks away  I dreaded those walks to Puglia's because I had to pass this bunch of guys who loved to hang around and cat call.  This one particular guy would see me coming and place his knees together and walk funny.  that was his way of mocking my knocked knees. 
 I was so knocked kneed, if I ever attempted to run...those knees would flip me over...lol..I would feel so bad when he did that and would always cry secretly.
Who knew those weekly incidents would become a memory that would  dominate my entire life?  I spent so many years trying to force those kees apart when walking...I invented an even funnier looking walk....lol.  To this very day I dread walking down the street, because afterall, everybody has nothing better to do than watch my knocked-knees and judge me.
I try to be conscioous of things I say to a child in their formative years. We develop habits or an idiosyncrasy based on what we hear or experience, when we are very young.
 Some of those experiences can cause  us to be the way we are.  Why does she act that way.../? Why did he say that? Why did that guy mock my knocked knees? Why do I care? lol
My aunt found me crying one day.  I finally told her the story of the mocking.  Oh baby, I would not worry so much about that..."he just does it because he likes you".....well...Mr Cassanova has a funny way of showing it....Maybe I should show my affection for him...by punching his lights out....I jest, but that is how a whole lot of guys learned to show theirs....yep...from watching daddy  punch mama's lights out.......sad...