Innocent?

A very dear friend of mine thinks I am innocent. Yes, innocent. She is a dear friend who doesn't mince her words, who knows exactly what she's saying, although on odd times she talks so complicated that I need her to simplify her words. What can I do? She's got a better brain than mine. And she is positive I am innocent. Which comes to me as a shock. And she smiles, and grins, I can feel her over the Internet she's smiling this smile, a kind of protective endearing kind of smile. Funny. Because I'm also getting this from another dear friend of mine, also brainy. He smiles, and smiles some more, and since this one is not over the web I can see him so clearly. I alas cannot describe him for risk of giving myself away but I can describe how he smiles, he gives me this artful, almost cunning, knowing, sly, foxy, wily kind of smile... then tells me oh how innocent I can be. Funny. Most people do not have that impression. Or maybe I don't have that impression of myself. As I look at my squeaky clean face though, it's easy to see. But I am not outside without all the warpaint which can look vampirically evil. I can talk about sex very candidly, and good girls don't do that either. I still think that married men and their romps is a very interesting subject indeed. Then again, is it all whitewashing a virgin wall in pink, blue and green? I'm not sure, I've never thought of it before.