I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex
or never having sex. I don’t mind my body
or your body with mine. I don’t mind
your sweaty palms, your chapped lips,
your dirty tongue. I don’t mind
your noisy music, your crappy poetry,
your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting.
I don’t mind 2ams and late night
phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies.
I don’t mind your half-eaten donut,
frozen teabags and sticky hair.
I want your toothbrush’s head
leaning towards mine. I want
your 4am back massage.
Cup my breasts and don’t say
they’re small. I already know that.
Kiss me once and kiss me more.
Pretend what we’re doing is illegal.
It’s always good to be caught
with our mouths tied together
like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks
and make me bleed.
Crave me. "
Me: contemplates wether or not I should ask him to get me pads since I need them desperately
Dad: anything at all?
Me: uh... Yeah.... Can you get me some pads
Me: Are you serious? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?
Dad: Natalie, I'm a 56 year old man who has been buying pads for your mother for over 20 years. No I'm not embarrassed.
Me: But I thought guys get squirmish when we ask them to buy this stuff for us
Dad: boys are squirmish. Men will step out and buy you as many pads and tampons as you need. A man will understand that you cannot control your cycle and that this is a natural bodily process. So, if you ever find a guy who's too embarrassed to buy you pad just bleed on everything he owns.
Me: OMG DAD
It’s about 6:30 in the morning and I’ve been up for about two hours in a guest bedroom. Everything is going fine so far and I’m so happy. I ate pizza with JAM and his mom (after being left alone for 20 minutes with her while he went to pick up the pizza) (btw, I didn’t freak out :D) and while he went inside to make me a drink she looked at me and said, “Don’t you just love that boy?” Is that a test? Because, “…yeah, he’s…he’s pretty great.”