Kyle City Limits
by BRENDA STEWART
Someone needs to let the governor in on the fact that coy is not attractive. Ever. It’s irritating and embarrassing and his handlers should discourage it across the board. I physically winced when, in response to whether he was thinking about running for president the other day, he fluttered his eyelashes and demurred that he “thought about a lot of things,” bat bat.
Like a high school girl being asked to prom, knowing that, jeepers, she really wants to go, but not wanting to seem too eager ... You’ll find out soon enough, you silly boys. Now run on so I can sit here and look coquettish and, well, thoughty.


