When I think of summer, I think of girls and books! This little ode (first posted when my blog was new) tells of a passing passion for a girl and a lifetime of lust–for reading!
The first girl I ever made out with was a hot little blonde from Texas. Just to be sure I remembered her, when I wasn’t looking she poured her White Shoulders perfume all over my car seat.
I remembered her.
For years afterward, every time I smelled White Shoulders, I’d turn in a haze of youthful lust and see, 9 times out of 10, a blue-haired old lady pushing a tennis ball-footed walker.
Talk about cognitive dissonance.
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