Sketch Series: Day 2

It was 1am.

I knew I had work the next morning.
But I also knew I had 3 beers running through my veins.

Pumping life into the part of me that thought, “Karaoke’s a good idea.”

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Sweating the Small Stuff.

I was 13 the first time a boy ever propositioned me with “hand-holding.”

It was the summer before my 8th grade year and a bunch of us were watching The Village in theaters. (You know, back when M. Night could still use his name in movie trailers without an entire audience erupting into groans.)

I guess the boy didn’t really “ask” so much as say if I wanted to hold hands… it’d be cool with him.

To which I replied, “Oh. Okay.”

And then continued to sit there with my hands in my lap.

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