The Idea of You

by Robinne Lee

He smiled faintly. “You’re never not beautiful, are you?”

you’re being a dick; ditching your daughter and responsibilities “again” and you think NOW is the time to hit on your EX-wife! what a load of crap!

I was not a fan of Vegas: loud, fat, dirty.

this description is questionable. i

in various stages of puberty: girls in braces, girls in wheelchairs, girls in heat. Wide-eyed and smitten and on the verge of combustion.

wow! if that doesn’t describe the One Direction craze idk what does lmaooo

There was no forgetting it: my Frenchness. And so I resisted being grouped in with these women, but at the same time I was keenly aware of their selflessness, their patience.

wow “i’m not like other girls” alive and thriving even at 40

His cocksure smile.

hate that.

They were bewitching, yes, but still flesh and blood.

idk why but the "flesh and blood" portion of this just makes me feel weird lmao

The year I turned sixteen, I saw the New Kids on the Block at Foxboro Stadium during their Magic Summer Tour. A handful of us went for Alison Aserkoff’s birthday. Her father had finagled floor seats and backstage passes. It was loud and unwieldy and not typically my thing. Boy bands were not part of the prep school culture. We grew up listening to the Stones, U2, Bob Marley. Music that never got old. So five working-class boys from Dorchester, Mass., should theoretically not have had any appeal. But there was something there. The rush, the hormones, the heat from the stage. The idea that they were longed for and lusted after by so many made them exponentially more appealing. And for a brief moment I thought I could let myself go, in the madness. But then I realized how indelicate that would seem, how unbecoming. And I remembered who I was supposed to be, at my core. And whatever wanton adulation might have occurred I stopped before it could take root. Well before the encore at the New Kids concert. A near quarter-century later, it was threatening to play out again.

she's like so i've never had a fun time lolll

Mostly the guys sang and jumped about onstage like young virile pogo sticks. There was lots of roughhousing and clowning around and very little choreography, but the fans did not seem to mind.

ugh, the good ole days of One Direction. :) Niall's poor knees :(

“Fizzy Smile,

what does that even mean??

I was not going to jump into bed with a rock star barely half my age because he’d winked at me at an after-party. I was not going to be a cliché.

mmmmm wellll.

This sweet boy. It did not seem so long ago that the girls and I had flown to Las Vegas. When I could not pick him out of a meet-and-greet lineup. When he was just a pogo stick on a stage amidst a sea of girls losing their minds. And now here we were.

very strange things to be thinking about when you’re sucking off someone almost 20 years younger than you 😖