I was repulsed by my classmates’ idle fantasies. I never learned — or wanted to learn — how to make boys like me. I never blushed when I was around them or fished for compliments. This caused me to become hideously isolated. My girlfriends had a hard time finding things in common with me. They had no interest in being real people; they preferred to be objects of desire and act like dolls. I couldn’t make friends with boys either. They’d look for a soft center, and when they saw it wasn’t there, when they saw I was a match for them, they’d run away.
shes so me
