My Treat
I’ve tried to write this story three different times but I still haven’t gotten it right, mostly because the story is not about me. It’s about my girlfriend, the girl I have been dating. It’s sort of a warning to the guys my age about younger women. But it’s also in praise of young girls and their virtues, all the things most guys spend their life trying to feel: the firmness, the newness, the sense that you are making an impression on something so beautiful and firm and new, the feeling that life isn’t all crap. This story is also about how all those things can be bought for at least a while. To me this is a story about confusion, desire and the mall. I hate when an interview in a magazine starts that way. Like, Chelsea Clinton spills the beans on growing up in the White House, Oxford, and vibrators. Then there’s one line about vibrators and it’s probably Chelsea laughing about something the interviewer says about a cell phone being like a vibrator. But this story is about confusion, desire and the mall. I promise. Read more »