Friday, June 27, 2014

Convos at 9 a.m. ...

"When I was in eighth grade I wrote all these short stories in a teal notebook about how I was going to show up at high school wearing poodle skirts and ponytails and all the boys would like me," I tell Chuck. "Isn't it weird that I thought I could get a boy by --"

"Dressing like you were going to a sock hop?" he says. 

"Exactly. It didn't occur to me to show boobs or have the word 'Yum' on my ass. I didn't know sexy was a thing," I say. 

"No one did," he responds. "There was a girl in my high school who wore jeans with a rip across her butt. It was like she was speaking a foreign language."

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