As we're walking up to the cemetery to lay flowers on a friend's grave yesterday, J.'s skipping along (strange, I thought) and says she hopes her friend Marcus invites her soon to the Kent Swim Club soon. Not to beat the heat, but to get a gander at those six-pack abs that some of the boys up there sport. (sorry Marcus).
And she can't wait to go to high school, but there will be so many cute boys there (not going to tell her that the cutes ones are usually seniors, and they don't usually look at freshman, but she can find that out for herself.)
We I asked about the boys in her class now, she just dismissed them as geeks and dorks. On to bigger fish for her.
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Umm. Not to worry you, Mom. But as I recall senior boys were VERY interested in Freshman girls. But not in any way that would make Gary's head remain intact.
J seems to have a good head on her shoulders so hopefully they will quickly discover she's not going to be an easy target for their hit and run tactics. But I'll bet you're going to be hearing about at least one of her friends who will get used and abused by a senior.
(Reminds me of a woman I met at an AIDS thing back when I was in college. She was the mother of a teenage boy and said the definition of an A** hole is an 18-year-old boy.)
Let's face it. Hormones and high school make for a very interesting few years. I'm not looking forward to it.
Hmm, rethinking that last assumption. You're right, I'm wrong.
I'll have to sit her down and talk about the senior (and junior) boys. You wish you could tattoo "jail bait" across their ass, at least until their senior year.
BC
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