Friday, September 30, 2011

There are a lot of reasons why I love fall, but it's mostly because it's witch season.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

This movie taught me what vaginal intercourse is.

My parents had given me "the talk" before but it was super convoluted and nervous and they did very little explaining of what typical vaginal intercourse actually entailed. They only really talked about the possible outcomes, of which there are two:
1. babies
2. crabs

So I walked away from that talk quite confused and believing that I just had completely misunderstood the mechanics part. I didn't believe that penises could bend like that and it just seemed a little too puzzle-piecey-perfect that those penises would magically fit into vaginas.
I just thought "wow, I COMPLETELY misunderstood that talk" (which I hadn't) and went on with my life, trying to make myself believe that one could get pregnant and crabs from intense making out.

Then, this movie.

Clarity.
And as I watched I had this sinking feeling of "jesus, I was right. What a messy process."

Monday, September 12, 2011

A day and a night before I moved back into the city, we spent the night at the beach. I was too drunk to take pictures that evening (perhaps you remember this?) but I did catch some while we were waking up.
Our sleeping spot and the sand-covered fire pit around which we danced, lugged around heavy logs, laughed, and spit gin.
The sunrise.

I am so glad you came out that weekend. I told you at the time but maybe you don't understand the real value of it:
You were the best date I had ever brought.

And there is no competition at all.

Sunday, September 11, 2011


It is Sunday evening and I am sitting on my bed, watching Goodfellas, and trying not to eat more sauerkraut than I already have.

My first adult boyfriend looked exactly like a young Robert De Niro. Every time I see movies/pictures of Robert De Niro I get happy and excited, as it reminds me of this lovely ex and all of the fun times we had together.
After we broke up, whenever I would be feeling exceptionally miserable in the company of then-current and unsavory boyfriends, I would always bring up how attractive I thought Robert De Niro was. I would never say that the only reason I thought he was attractive was because he reminded me so much of this ex, but I would take immense secret pleasure in the fact that I was rubbing this comparison in their faces without their knowing it.

Add that to the list of why it's a treat to date me.