Art boy is obviously intimidated. You're like the sun and he's squinting up at you, barely able to see because of your blinking radiance
Jody GehrmanMots clés humor
She has ESB,” I say.
Chloe rolls her eyes. “ESP you mean?”
“No, ESB. Extrasensory Bitchyness.
Mots clés humor
If he’s just not into you anymore, then buy yourself a cute pair of shoes and strut your fabulousness elsewhere.
Jody GehrmanSuddenly, the gods have stopped saying yes and have started making really obnoxious farting noises. In my face. With their armpits.
Jody GehrmanWent home briefly to get my halter dress for Hero's party, and Mom was waiting for me at the kitchen table. Either she's psychic, or she totally reads my journal, because I haven't said a word about Ben, but somehow she knows something is up.
She was siting with a tray of peanut butter crackers, milk, and about twenty pamphlets on STDs she got from her friend Connie, a nurse at Kaiser. When she started showing me pictures of genital warts, I put my cracker down and said, 'Mom, is this really necessary?' She said, 'Honey, I just want you to understand the risks.'
'Yeah, thanks. Now I'm so traumatized I won't have sex until I'm a senior citizen.'
She smiled. 'Great. I guess I've done my job then. Do you want a sandwich.
I hope the people I hurt can see past the prank to the very real respect and affection I feel for them. If not, I may have to take my own advice, buy myself some cute shoes and march on. I hope that's not how it ends, though. I hope this boy-meets-girl-pretending-to-be-boy story has a happy ending, one with less bitter and more sweet.
Jody GehrmanMots clés girly babe-in-boyland
He's an intricate, mesmerizing puzzle; I only succeeded at putting the pieces together because for once in my life I observed. I stopped talking long enough to listen - really listen - not just to what's said, but also to everything that goes unspoken.
Jody GehrmanMots clés girly babe-in-boyland
The right song can change everything.
Jody GehrmanMots clés music
All I have to do is shoot! In my excitement, I throw the ball down with more force than ever, feeling bad-ass. It ricochets off the floor at an angle and slams right into my crotch.
All around me, the room goes, “Ohhhh!”
I look up. Every face is staring at me, contorted into winces. Right. Ball in crotch equals excruciating pain. I’m such an idiot! Too late, I double over in pain.
“Ouch!” I yell. I sneak a glance around. Nobody looks convinced, so I add, “My balls!
I have to say it's the most sizzling, delicious, sublime kiss ever. In the history of human beings. Possibly back to and including dinosaurs.
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