Fading Over Time

I was twelve-year-old boy browsing in the magic store in the mall when the pretty, blonde, teenage clerk asked me if I wanted a demonstration of a trick.

I can’t remember anything about the trick because I spent the entire time staring down her shirt.

When she was done I sheepishly thanked her and extracted myself from the store.

I was embarrassed about what I’d done and I was sure she thought I was some kind of pervert.

Ten years later, I convinced myself that she might have been flattered.

Ten years after that, I stopped caring what she thought.

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Comments: (6)


  1. *sees Clusterstruck tag*

    *feels guilt*

    Comment by animaetrix00 — February 10, 2006 @ 11:02 am

  2. *drowns guilt in Bourbon*

    *wakes up naked under car*

    Comment by tone_milazzo — February 10, 2006 @ 11:18 am

  3. I wondered what the hell you were doing under there this morning. Sorry about the tire marks.

    Comment by mollymillions — February 10, 2006 @ 2:57 pm

  4. Happy bday!

    Comment by kafkadreams — February 16, 2006 @ 2:47 pm

  5. Thanks, Joel.

    BTW we’re having a party Friday night (9ish). You’re invited.

    Comment by tone_milazzo — February 16, 2006 @ 4:40 pm

  6. Radical, it’s 50/50 I have standing commitments in LA but those might be canned due to extenuating circumstance.

    Comment by kafkadreams — February 16, 2006 @ 5:03 pm

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