All posts tagged: Boys

Smells Like A Teenager’s Spirit 

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Welcome to my 5 5 5 series. The objective of this exercise is to write five lines five times a week for five weeks, to get me back into a regular post writing habit.  Read my introduction here. Wk 2 Post 5 He will text things out of the blue saying, “Hello you,” or asking, “What are you doing?” I know how friends check in on each other, and that’s okay, expected even with our friends. But he & I are not ‘friends’, we are  amicable acquaintances. Something about his check-ins seem flirtatious. It was kind of charming when we were sixteen, but now that we’re forty, he’s just a creepy old guy.

Chivarly: Is it dead, or just different?

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A lady shouldn’t have to light her own cigarette. Photo c/o BingImages. On the plane earlier this year I was in tears.  I was having a very emotional moment while working on a post and the tears just kept streaming down my face.  Luckily, I wasn’t gasping, sniffling, nor gulping, but wiping my cheeks and eyes from the constant stream that was running down my face, as bad as a water faucet, just saltier. I was thankful that my neighboring seat was empty and that I was surrounded  by men otherwise.  Not one of them would dare ask me if I was okay, which I guess I preferred.  If this were forty years ago, I thought, would one of them have offered me a handkerchief?  Would a mid century gentleman have called a flight attendant to check on me? On the shuttle to work each morning there are more and more employees and less and less seats available.  This private shuttle, full of well educated and professionally creative types, is stuffed to the seams with …

Connecting the dots (The Boy Next Door)

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When you are a preteen living in a new country, I would say there are many more concerns at hand than puppy love.  Let me make it clear this moment, I am not someone you could consider boy crazy. I was never that girl who was always thinking about dating, never was interested in having a boyfriend and was not one of the students at my all girl high school who would swoon over the presence of boys visiting from our brother (all boy) school just because they were male.  Besides, even in my own awkward stage, I knew that the skinny necked, lightly mustached guys in oversized shirts with greasy adolescent complexions were not going to cut it.  So not worth the heart palpitations.  Moving ahead. As I hit my junior year, simply adjusting to my life in a new country and making friends was more important to me than anything else.  I was also having a horrid time in chemistry which led to its own adventure one summer having to relearn the concepts …

Connecting the Dots (the beginning)

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When I was in the 3rd grade I asked my mom to buy me a set of Return of the Jedi pencils.  I liked the whole Star Wars trilogy.  I saw the entertainment value  in the R2-D2 and C-3PO dynamic and was excited by Ewoks on Speeder Bikes in the forest.  But that is not why I asked for the pencils.  I wanted them so that Spots and Specs, the boy in my class that I was crushing on since second grade, would ask me if he could borrow them.  It’s not like I was pretending to be interested in something I wasn’t.  I always appreciated playing with toys geared towards boys and liked sporting the basic look of varied  shades of blue play clothes as much as I liked small purses, dresses, ribbons in my hair, and wearing apple shaped sunglasses while shopping in Plaza Sweet for Smurf miniatures.   I did know though, that if I wanted him to look my way a little more it wouldn’t be because of my hair clip …

Every Girl Has Her Paul

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Sir Paul himself told the crowd something like, “I thought it was going to be hot here, and you are all wearing overcoats! I should have taken this off (jacket) by now.”  He then held onto the lapels of his jacket, shaking his head while mouthing to the audience, “NO.”  That’s the San Francisco summer for you.  In between each song, he’d do things like a funny chicken-type dance move,  or tease fans with little comments such as, “Yes, I DO remember you!” in a cheeky reaction to a sign (Hey Paul, I saw you in 1964 at Cow Palace, do you remember me?). While my husband could not believe he was sitting through live performances of Jet, Helter Skelter, and Two of Us, I couldn’t believe I was getting charmed out of my pants by the 68 year old man on stage.  He’s sweet.  He’s completely delightful.  For God’s sake, of course he is.   Now I get it.   Wow, I never realized that he’s, dare I say…. cute????  Can you still call him that?  …