Guest Blogger Jennifer Ginsberg: "Let's do it!" Amy begged, "It'll be fun...."
I just received the invitation via Facebook, which ironically has reunited me with all the people from high school that I have spent my adult life hiding from.
The evening started with Demetrius, some guy I hardly remembered, asking me "What the hell happened to your boobs?" While his question was clearly the result of verbal diarrhea, it was legitimate, nontheless.
I suppose he remembered my D-Cup Glory, before I had children and breastfed them longer than is considered socially acceptable.
What is a woman to do in this situation? Break down in tears? Immediately book an appointment with a plastic surgeon?
Thankfully, Demetrius didn't wait for my response. "You've got to see my show. It's called 'The Nasty Hip- Hop Gangster Train'. Imagine performance art, rap, and magic all mixed up. Naked chicks are dancing behind us- The Crack Hos. So freaking hot!!"
He blew his cigarette smoke in my husband's face.
"Excuse us!" Amy and I bolted to the bathroom and left my asthmatic husband to deal with the madness.
We came back and I saw an old acting teacher whom I once had a crush on. I remembered him as cute and sexy. What stood before me was a middle-aged, balding, paunchy man wearing nerdy slacks.
I wanted to remember him in all of his glory.
As I suppose Demetrius had wanted to remember my breasts.I had the courtesy to refrain from asking him, "What the hell happened to your hair?"
It was time to leave.
The next morning I had several messages on my Facebook Wall asking me why we left so early.
"Something happened to my boobs..." I responded.
|Jennifer Ginsberg is a Los Angeles writer and mother to three, surprisingly angst-free children. As a former actress/waitress, turned clinical social worker specializing in addiction, turned full-time mother/part-time psychotherapist/writer, Jennifer is particularly well-versed on the topic of angst.|
Find out more about her life at angstmom.com