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something had
gone wrong. Because if kissing was always supposed to be that unpleasant,
people wouldn’t do it in the movies to climactic music.
    Of course, chances are I was a lame kisser myself and partly to
blame.
    But that is exactly why hooking up with a selfish, inexperienced
lover is important when you’re new to sex. Because it leaves you wanting more,
and forces you to hope that there are better lovers out there. Which there are.
    So don't worry. You’re enjoyment of your future lovers will only
be increased when you’ve discover how poorly sex can be executed at the hands
of an impatient man-boy.
    The other reason these lovers (or lover if you’re lucky) are
important is because they remind you of the joys of masturbation. Which is a
great way to stave off your carnal cravings and spare you from more pathetic
lovers. After all, masturbation not only ends in sexual satisfaction, but it is
always safe and often educational.
    Plus it gives you a magnetic glow and a tangible confidence.
Seriously, forget fancy cream and designer haircuts. Just fuck yourself before
you go out, and you can get all that je ne sais quoi for free.
    The point is, below average lovers are part of growing up. The
takeaway lesson here is that it’s okay- wise even- to try and minimize your
contact with them as much as possible.
    But whatever you do, don’t give up hope. Because things will get
better.
     

Chapter
7: Kate
     
     
    Annie’s parents were at some country club thing so they weren’t
home. I guess when her dad isn’t sneaking weed with college buddies, they are
polite members of society. But they always came across as a bit false to me. Like
they would gossip about how snobby and obnoxious everyone at the country club
was, but then they would go make a fat public donation.
    I think Annie felt like all the adults in her neighborhood were
the same way. Personally, I think it’s one of the reasons she’s so cynical. Even
though we’re all a little bit two faced when it comes down to it. I mean, shit.
Apparently I’ve been playing the role of someone else’s kid my whole life. I wish my biggest problem was pretending to like the people at my country club.
    “Let’s get high already,” I said as I raided her parents’ drink
cabinet.
    “Ready when you are,” she said, pulling the biggest blunt I’d
ever seen outside a music video from her sweatshirt pocket.
    “Whoa. Did you roll that yourself?”
    “I wish.”
    “Rob?”
    She nodded. “He gave it to me earlier cause I’m not feeling great
today.”
    “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. After all, I wasn’t going
to tell her about my morning. What would she even say? Sorry?! That’s fucked
up ?!
    “I know. Jesus, Kate. I didn’t mean to-”
    “It’s okay, really,” I said. Because it was. Because that’s why
I was here. Because Annie was never chipper and she never threw happiness in my
face. She never spouted positive-thinking-pick-your-chin-up-count-your-blessings
bullshit. When I was in the mood to be bitter, she was the best person on Earth
to be with.
    The only difference was that I didn’t want to be bitter forever.
I wanted to bookend my bitterness with periods of general satisfaction as best
I could. But Annie wasn’t interested in looking for silver linings. She was a
glass half empty kind of girl and nothing was going to change that.
    “It’s not. I shouldn’t even have mentioned it considering what
you must be going through.”
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    “Let’s go outside and spark this up. I’m a little nauseous.”
    “Nauseous? You sure you’re okay?”
    “No,” she said, holding the backdoor open for me. “Is anybody?”
    Once we sat down she moved the lighter back and forth under the
blunt. I didn’t know if she’d done it before or if she’d just seen Rob do it, but
when she lit the end, it smelled sweet. Much better than a joint. And with any
luck it would smell better clinging to the clothes I’d be wearing