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Tales of the Pretty, the Mischievous, and the Bored

A Year of Personal Holy War:
How the Brady's played Sack-Race on Antarctica

So I sit in the peaceful splendor of the local, bustling coffee shop writing furiously in my, "Sexxx (and love) Notes" journal. At this point I am desperate for answers. I scribble questions like, "Am I the only one who thinks it isn't worth it if you don't get off?" and, "Where did I miss that memo?" all in order to figure out why the hell icecream boy is still on my mind. None of it pans out. I still feel like a fool for not sealing the orgasm deal. I pick up the cell and dial quickly.

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Tales of the Pretty, the Mischievous, and the Bored

To Party or not To party?
with the Icecream Boy is the question...

The conversation ends. "Id love to go to that party," he says. The party is tommorow.

"Yeah, I'll give you a call after work...tommorow," I reply. I walk out of the icecream shop knowing full well that I wont call. Nor will I go to the party either, but he'll probably think I went without him.

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So the next day passes and I don't go to the party, and I don't call him. But today, I am told that there is another party scheduled for tommorow evening.

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Tales of the Pretty, the Mischievous, and the Bored

Opening Wounds with an Ice Cream Scoop:
Questions about Actions left Unresolved

The Ice cream boy slides into my bed. It is a shock, I can assure you. Having met him only hours ago and purchasing from him a kiddie sized coconut, Im not sure what to think. Here I am, at his friends house. One girl downstairs is waiting for her boyfriend, the other sleeping in the bed above me, and I am on the floor, with a sleeping bag and a too cute guy laying about three feet away from me, yet under the same blanket.

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The Plot Twister

And here I am, again, at Oasis. I used to write a column, you may remember me as Chrisg. I wrote about my life, as I will continue to do in my column: Tales of the Pretty, Mischeivous, or just Bored. Some of the highlights of what I wrote were about my experiences with boys: Dave and Tim are perhaps the most memorable. I wrote about friends, the plays I was in, and in general teenage life. I hope you will find my column interesting still, and for the new readers, I hope you will just plain enjoy it. Thanks for reading!

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