I went for lunch with my very first boyfriend today.
I was 15 and he was 17 (which is a big diff at that age). He lived across the street, and mostly I just wanted to know what boys look like nekkid. After 3 months, I dumped him, although I don't remember why and he could not remember why either.
He is a planner--I am not sure what that means. It used to bother me that he had no bum, but he is a lot--er--huskier than he used to be and sweats when he eats. I wonder if he lies the way he used to.
He is a bit of a goofball, but there is that one thing about him that continues to confuse me: this odd mixture of snarkiness and sincerity. completely disarms me every time.
random movie quote: James Bond: Augie, do you expect me to talk? Goldfinger: No, Bond, I expect you to die.
