What a sick little kid.I was flipping through the diary I kept when I was thirteen and found this. If you can't tell, it's a list of hookups.
I'm appalled. And a little proud.
As you can see, it's pretty sophisticated. Color coded, for one, and the names are marked according to a key which includes gems like "sloppy 2nd," "sloppy 3rd," "love declared," and "asked out/declined." Oh, and don't forget "fuck."
Class-y.
I like how I included "T or D kid." That's someone - evidently a stranger - who I kissed during a game of Truth or Dare. Does that even count? Had to bulk up the list, I guess.
Also features Will C***n, the guy who felt up my boobs on a chorus trip. We didn't even kiss, hence just the one pink star for second base. He's just one of the guys on this list who've since come out of the closet. I think I was his only pair of breasts. A-cups, the poor sucker.
I'm not sure what the tallies are at the bottom. But I can imagine.
There's actually another list like this later on in the diary. Mostly the same thing, only with more categories (e.g. "head 4 me!"), but I won't post it. I do have some shame.
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i think a how-to of hook-up listmaking should be included in our myspace@blogspot. 'tis a skill all girls need to know.
Do you know that A.E. now lives in Israel with a long beard, many kids, totally strict religion, etc?
Yeah, well he DID say my little gold stars made him see God. I always knew it was a little weird.
Just another one to toss on the ex-boyfriend-turned-religious-zealot pile, I guess. "Pete" is now a republican Mormon, for instance. I do have a way with men.
Oh no.
Please tell me the same thing didn't happen with Mitt...
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