Maybe a treat like a ticket to a play or concert,” writes one of my friends.“I will take the diamond. I’m fine with that,” says another.“If you actually like the person, something small and fitting their personality (just to show that you’ve been paying attention) is fine virtually right away. “Like, oh I picked this up in the midst of several much more pressing errands and didn’t even bother to brush my hair because I’m effortlessly perfect, hope you like it, wish I’d had a moment to wrap the thing, but you know how it is.”“Honey,” my mother says, “that’s really stupid.”“You’re not the boss of me.” I fold my arms.“Did I raise you to be this self-protective?
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He said he thought the hand-job was a nice final memory for us. (Nor, arguably, is letting one’s parents this far into one’s personal life, but one dysfunction per post please.)So what is normal at five months? It also tries to change my question to “What’s normal to buy you’re (sic) girlfriend if she’s 13?
” Which: a) seems appropriate for my current headspace, b) causes me to worry that the people asking this question are pedophiles, and c) makes me angry about grammar.
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”“He’s watching The Godfather again,” my mom says, then: “You do care about-”“Don’t say the name! I’d planned his gift—a copy of Edward Albee’s Seascape and a gum wrapper necklace—for 90 days, and watching him open it, I knew I’d scored. Although strangely, I’m fine with giving hand-jobs. Not only do I try to keep hand-job references to a minimum with them, but I don’t believe past trauma excuses present dysfunction.
When he broke up with me the next day, I pointed out that maybe he should have pulled the plug before I gave him a Christmas present, not to mention a hand-job. Still, my pathological reluctance to drop money at my beloved JCrew when they’re offering a whopping thirty percent off an obviously perfect gift is probably not normal.
But my problem isn’t what to buy.“If I buy it, I’ll have to say I did,” I tell my mother.“Did you know a ‘geoduck’ is a type of clam? “It’s worth a lot of points.”“It’s pronounced ‘gooey duck,’ I say.“Why do you know that?
”“I have no idea.”“The thing about you,” my mother says, “is you know things I wouldn’t expect, but you have no idea about things most people know.”“Like ,” I shout back.”“What’s wrong with saying you bought—whatever it is you’re buying?