Thu, 19 May 2005

second and third promises
The first time I saw a girl naked I was in the fourth grade and Carolyn was showing me her rash, a rash in the shape of Mickey Mouse. In hindsight, I should have been suspicious, and when she later accidentally admitted that it was only due to creative use of peanut oil (to which she was allergic) and a Disney cookie-cutter that such a rash existed, there in the center of her chest, but I was too busy to be suspicious trying to come to terms with what was, in a literal sense, too much information, so that it was only later, sitting in detention after being caught (due to snitchery on the part of one Jenny Hoyt which I swore to never forgive, but did, years later, drunk on lime vodka, up in a tree, in the middle of winter, trying to figure out how to take off my pants without breaking my fool neck) and awaiting a talking-to from my parents (who had no contingency plan for such an event, other than some sort of advice about allergies) that I realized the importance of such an event: some girl made herself sick as a pretext for taking off her clothes in front of me. I must be the greatest man of all time! I thought, and beamed a smile so obvious it got me another half-hour of detention.
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