As one matures, some desires, actions, reactions, behaviors and tastes may be deemed “adolescent”. Those things or moments which transport an otherwise sophisticated soul back to girlish fruity smells, cotton candy pink comforters, “Love’s Baby Soft” and summer vacation spent watching chat shows and running around hot pavement in little shorts. Many I still embrace (in fact wholly welcome and invite over often), these things that give “teenage me” great pleasure:
The tentative brush of hands right before the holding
Being the girl in the booth for the guitar player…
…having the bass player come over for flirty chat too
“Sooner or Later”
Grape Bubble Yum
Strawberry body butter
When a boy is nervous too
Did I mention kissing? And a little bit of hands under the sweater?
BBQ potato chips in the middle of the sandwich
That the first reaction to my picture and myself is often (if not always and every single time), “You’re cute.” I’m not "hot." “Cute." I will be cute when I’m 90, pulling down my tube top and chasing residents around the nursing home.