Right Guy, Wrong Word

by Jewel E. Ann

Sweat-crusted hair clings to my face like a hairy octopus attacked me.

Admittedly, I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.” She smiles. It’s kind and genuine. “How’s that going?” “Not so good. I keep coming to the same conclusion.” “What’s that?” I rub the back of my neck. “I don’t want to grow up.”

You haven’t decided what you want to be when you grow up because you can do anything.”

A hairless body is overrated. Why do women try so hard? I’ve never encountered a man who gives a shit.

The wrong guy is saying the right thing.

Men have been trying to figure out women since the beginning of time, and women decided to hide their secrets in the very books that make us roll our eyes at them when they read them.”