ages 16-17

a boy's carelessness is palpable, almost protruding—the way in which their body slouches and their eyes drift penetrates the air, eliminating the possibility of any sort of concrete attention or appreciation. when chad at the party tightens his grip around his red solo cup and allows himself a quick glance at the ceiling in the midst of your anecdote about camping out west—which you thought was pretty interesting, actually you know you've lost him. when your eyes linger lustfully on the cashier at dunkin donuts but he briskly hands you your five dollar bill and two pennies without even looking in your direction, you know you never had him.

taking hints from her suggestive tone—high, soft, and slow: the formula of desperation for intimacy, he started over. “oh, baby… i imagine you’re wearing something that shows off your curves, and i’m sure if i were there i would be taking advantage of that… maybe you could describe it to me, baby?”