Lessons from a 20-year-old Cougar

What a Woman Wants

The summer before high school and I have sworn off girls. My caramel and vanilla flavors in particular. Destiny, my Ledbetter love, moves to South Carolina before the school year ends.

I’m guessing she is closer to her first class private asshole. I’m sure he’s a nice guy, but please allow me to vent. The secret love I have for my best friend, that’s a girl: Bree. A secret locked deep in the basement of my heart.

She’s at Myrtle Beach for the summer and I’m sure she is French kissing the 18-year-old lifeguard as we speak.

Unlike most of the children at the New Hampshire St Apartments, I couldn’t play all day. I had lawn mowing duties, which included the front and back of each building in the complex.

I usually waited around noon, the hottest part of the day, to begin.

Please allow me to be frank. I had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda about why I began mowing around noon. It was usually the time when the mail came.

Although I had sworn off girls, women were an entirely different species.

While acting like I’m getting ready to crank the mower, she walks by. I have beautiful older girl cousins, so women never intimidated me regardless of their hotness.