My first intense crush, and the first of many men who took only platonic notice of me, was Jason Hagerty. He emulated Christian Slater who emulated Jack Nicholson who I’d been infatuated with since seeing the diner scene of Five Easy Pieces as a pre-teen. Jason’s whole look was topped off by a fedora. I can’t stand the look of a fedora on a modern man’s head, but do appreciate a fedora hung jauntily from a hat rack. An implicit bias test isn’t necessary for me to recognize my ridiculous but hardened hat prejudice.
You have a unique gift for surprising readers, Trilety--I never thought I’d find a story about a bag of pubic hair touching, but here we are! It’s so cool that Juan understood and appreciated your love language in a way no one else did. ❤️
Jeez, this is one of your best.
"Looking back tho, my 7-letter name - T-r-i-l-e-t-y - would’ve been much more time consuming than K-i-m, so his love for her was obviously lazy."
That sentence perfectly encompasses the strange illogical rationalization teenagers do when they're crushing hard.
Thank you, and well said about teens ha
You have a unique gift for surprising readers, Trilety--I never thought I’d find a story about a bag of pubic hair touching, but here we are! It’s so cool that Juan understood and appreciated your love language in a way no one else did. ❤️
Thank you and ha love this "but here we are!"
this was beautiful 💓
Thank you, friend