There had been a couple of things about him that had always seemed “off.” But nothing could have made me suspect that he spent his spare time raping women and helping himself to the contents of their purses.
I thought the fact that we were so different was a good thing. We would work out because we weren’t too much alike. Isn’t that the stupidest thing you ever heard?
Not only was I a virgin, but was a virgin who had never given or received oral sex, never been fingered, and never had my boobs touched under my shirt.
No matter how careful I am during the day, in a cubicle, or in with a group of girlfriends at dinner, there is some part of me that knows when I am alone and I can and will buy and eat an entire box of Fig Newtons and a whole sack of Cheeze-Its.
Let’s say you met me out and then you went home and Googled me. Maybe that would be a deal-breaker for you. Maybe you’d feel jealous. Maybe you would think these photos meant I was an exhibitionist of some sort and you would expect me to be an exhibitionist for you.
I tried to love my sister, the same way I would have loved a handicapped child or one with Down’s Syndrome. But instead of missing a limb or a chromosome, Ellen lacked warm and fuzzy feelings as well as a conscience.
You may have noticed one of my favorite things to do on xoJane is take a sports headline and write some vaguely-related story about my life as a way of attempting to get you (okay fine: also me) interested in it.
I spent 3 months as a zombie, going through the motions by day and putting on a decent show. I was pretty sure I was going to die every night but by day, I had to make money and dinner.
A few years ago I pictured our kids being friends forever, that she would always be my shoulder to lean on at family functions, that we would someday celebrate the birth of each other’s grandchildren. Now I don’t know if I will ever see her again.
If you had asked me in 2008 who would be end up being the famous one in the 12 -person screenwriting workshop I was enrolled in, I would have said "me."
Then lunch time will come, but you won't feel like eating. You will instead feel like turning off all the lights and burying your face in a pillow for an hour, not for a real nap, but just to turn everything off.