I was going through my old diaries and journals and remembered that today is my ex’s birthday. I re-read an entry I made eleven years ago about how happy we were on this day because we were both 18 and able to have sex again. Yes, I was one of those kind of girls. But I was good. I refused to have sex with him while he was 17 and I was 18, for legal reasons.
Another thing I found was a pair of my old eye glasses from 1992-1995. They were silver granny glasses that I got to mimic John Lennon. I was surprised that I was able to find a pair just like John’s in the little optometrist’s office that I frequented during my childhood.

However, I was a very unattractive little girl.