remember when

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well I'm not that into you, either

chicken pox
I used to develop crushes like they were chicken pox--a little brief exposure and suddenly I was pink, feverish and breaking out.A decently-cute guy (or sometimes not even) who paid enough attention to me (or sometimes not at all) and I wasn't just interested, I was smitten.As you can probably guess, that didn't work out all that well.After awhile I realized that it wasn't the boys I was so addicted to...it was that feeling. That feeling that gets stirred up in the first few moments of talking to someone you want to get to know. That feeling of hoping he'll call you (and subsequently, that feeling of obsessively checking his Facebook page, us

legs and all
I really like the way my legs look in a miniskirt. It feels kind of weird to come out and say it, but it's true.My legs aren't what you might call conventionally beautiful. They're short and a little bit pudgy with calves that are strong from running but not particularly elegant-looking, and knees that wrinkle in the way that knees do. On a day-to-day basis I hardly notice them. I mean, whatever, they're just legs.But a few weeks ago while getting ready to go out for the night, I found an old denim miniskirt in the back of my closet. I wasn't sure if it still fit but sure enough it did. I put it on wit

stand-up guy
Today I went with a friend to the pharmacy at Walgreens to pick up her medication. There was an issue with her prescription so we had to wait while it was resolved.I sat down while she stood in line. An older man, probably about seventy-five years old, sat down next to me. "I got my Cialis. You want to see it?" "No thanks.""I gotta crush it up and take it with something hot.""OK.""Just because I'm slowing down doesn't mean I don't still get my sex thing on.""Of course."Miraculously, at this moment my

baby you can park my car
At lunchtime today when I went to move my car for the umpteenth time this week (as per usual to avoid a parking ticket) it occurred to me that parking in an urban city with a large population is not dissimilar to dating in an urban city with a large population. You drive around in circles looking for that perfect spot--one that is close to your destination, big enough to fit your car and in a safe enough area. This is usually not quick. Often, the spots that fit the bulk of your criteria are taken and so you expand your search, checking less-ideal but still-satisfactory streets. When that doesn't work, maybe you attempt to slum it in a faraway alley somewhere. Sometimes, it's al

seriously
One night toward the end of my senior year of college, over cheap gin and tonics at the crappy bar next door to my apartment, I sat next to the older guy who had my attentions at that particular moment (and for all moments preceding--at least for the previous year) , nodding, laughing, enjoying everything he was saying...until he said this:"God, Gabi, your life is so easy. I wish I could trade with you. All you have to do is go to class and your part-time job. Nobody takes you seriously but it doesn't matter because you're not doing anything serious."I wish I could tell you that I threw my drink in his face, made some sort of brilliantly witty remark about his insuff