
Once upon a rainy afternoon when my mind wondered and I had nothing better to do I came across this gem of a website.
http://www.cassettefrommyex.com/
This is a website is a treasury of people’s adorable stories behind the mix-tapes their exes have made for them. Perfect for adding a touch of sparkle to those gloomy,dark winter days.
My first high-school boyfriend, we called him little John. I was 5’ 5” and so was he, give or take, only he was two years older, which made our lives discrepant in ways the inches between us could not. Before me, he’d been with a girl whose left breast could take eight of mine. She was sexy and zaftig, and I was a virgin. Ha, a virgin, I’m pretty sure I’d kissed only one boy by then, whose lips, incidentally, I can still feel today. I was fifteen, but already, I’d had my heart snapped twice. So for this older guy (he played lacrosse, wore combat boots and a bomber jacket, was, in short, anarchic, alienated, and thus: hot), I was not going to let it happen again. If I even got within striking distance, I was going to be whatever he wanted. I started watching “The Wonder Years” for news of how to give a hand job and when this information was unavailing, I sought example in the burlesque impresario Robin Byrd—friends and I would actually sing the show’s theme song, “Baby Let Me Bang Your Box,” out loud—only to find there was no interacting on the show. No states of arousal to study, no techniques to adopt. John and I started going out and I was terrified.
Fast-forward a year. I’d had a boyfriend for a whole year! I bumbled along, embarrassed myself, but it didn’t matter: this guy loved me. Given the heartwreck that has become my experience of romance since then, I’ve learned to put a premium on the people who, quite simply, love you.In May of that year, my parents announced we were moving to Los Angeles. I’d had a party in our apartment a couple months before, which sent one kid to the hospital with kidney failure, so there was no trusting me to stay behind and finish out high school in New York. Me and John were doomed. Continue





