Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 87856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Julie: But you never did?
Imogen: Never.
Julie: What happened with Patrick? You brought up his deep, dark secret?
Imogen: Don't mock.
Julie: Okay. I won't. But you did talk about the thing you found?
Imogen: We did. It felt good, actually. Like I could be myself with him.
Julie: The opposite of Zack?
Imogen: I guess so. But it's new. There's still plenty he doesn't know.
Julie: Like your love of Taylor Swift?
Imogen: Only you get to know that. And it's only the one album.
Julie: Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Imogen: What were you saying? About sex?
Julie: Confession for confession. I need more.
Imogen: The sex we had after was amazing. Intimate in this whole other way. It wasn't freaky or kinky or weird, but it was just as sexy.
Julie: Love is sexy?
Imogen: I don't know. Maybe.
Julie: Wow. You're so vanilla. Turned on by emotional intimacy.
Imogen: You sound like Jade.
Julie: Oh. Freak alert!
Imogen: Is everything okay there? You can talk to me.
Julie: I am. You'll tell me what happens with Patrick?
Imogen: Not every detail.
Julie: Can I meet him?
Imogen: I'm not going to introduce him to Mom and Dad.
Julie: Duh! They won't like you dating a tattoo artist. Did he go to college?
Imogen: No.
Julie: Oh yeah. They aren't going to like that one bit. That's hot.
Imogen: Ahem.
Julie: Please. Like you don't like him more because they'd hate it.
Imogen: No comment.
Julie: Called it. Can I come there? To his tattoo shop? I have time.
Imogen: You're not getting a tattoo.
Julie: Then your apartment? Or we can do lunch. Here. There. Whatever. It's only an hour drive on the weekends. Maybe we can get coffee on Sunday, before family dinner time.
Imogen: He'll want to come.
Julie: Why not invite him to Mom and Dad's 4th of July party?
Imogen: Are you kidding? You want me to introduce them to my tattoo artist white boyfriend at a party?
Julie: Be American. Celebrate your right to screw anyone you want.
Imogen: Absolutely not.
Julie: But next Sunday? The two of us?
Imogen: I'll think about it.
Julie: That means no.
Imogen: I will. I promise.
Julie: In the next two weeks.
Imogen: Bossy.
Julie: Learned from the best.
Imogen: Are you going to tell me now?
Julie: Yeah, but you're building it up too much. It's not a big thing. Just something I want to tell you.
Imogen: Okay. I won't make it a big deal. Unless you're doing something unsafe.
Julie: I am seeing someone.
Imogen: The prom guy?
Julie: No. A teammate.
She's not in a co-ed league.
Oh—
Shit.
Julie: A woman, yes.
Imogen: Does she treat you well?
Julie: You can have an OMG moment.
I am surprised. She's never mentioned a crush. She doesn't even call female celebrities pretty, not really.
Well, sometimes.
A lot of times even.
Imogen: When did you know?
Julie: I always knew. And I never knew too. I thought it was normal to have sexual thoughts about women. Part of growing up in a culture where women are over-sexualized.
She does listen to me.
Julie: Then we were drinking at a party after a game—no lectures, please—and we were laughing and we kissed and it just felt really good. Right.
Imogen: That's who you're seeing now?
Julie: Yeah. And she treats me very well. And, no, we aren't having sex, but we both got tested and oral sex on women is really safe anyway. I knew you'd lecture me otherwise. She's more experienced than I am. And she only likes women. I still like guys.
Imogen: Cool.
Julie: Cool? That's all.
Imogen: Do you want me to be shocked?
Julie: I was.
Imogen: What was it like, kissing her?
Julie: Fireworks everywhere. Like the ones at freakin' Disneyland. I know her so well. I know her as a friend. I love her as a friend. And then this… I guess it's like you said with the hot tattoo artist. There is something more intimate about it.
Imogen: There is.
Julie: She intimidates me. Or maybe I'm just not ready for sex yet, I don't know. I trust her. But I'm scared too.
Imogen: It's always scary at first.
Julie: For you, really? You're so brave.
Imogen: For me too.
Julie: You didn't act that way.
Imogen: I put on a strong face.
Julie: Who was the first guy you *ahem*?
Imogen: What does *ahem* stand for?
Julie: Oral sex.
Imogen: Me on him?
Julie: And the other way. But that first.
Imogen: You remember the guy who took me to winter formal?
Julie: He was cute.
Imogen: Yeah. And he was kinda sweet, too. Maybe that's why I tried it because he didn't push. There was this vibe at school, like all the girls were doing it, like it was unnatural to not blow a guy you've been dating for a few months. I want to say it was some douchebag dude who started the rumor, but I think it was women. I don't know why I bought it. My nerdy friends weren't ready either. But a few teammates… they would play Never Have I Ever on the bus and shoot sad looks at the girls without experience.
Julie: That's fucked up.
Imogen: That's why I worry about you.