“Who was your date to prom?” I asked.
“Sophomore, junior or senior year?”
“You went in tenth grade too? Lucky!”
“Older girl dragged me along. Sad thing, I didn’t get laid after.”
“Why not?”
Jeff laughed suddenly, shaking his head. “She thought I was gay. She invited me cause she was gay and didn’t want to out to her parents.”
“Oh, bummer!”
“Junior prom was better.”
“Did you get laid after?”
By the way he chuckled, I knew the answer to that one. “Her name was Julia Child. Her folks named her after the French Chef.”
“Poor girl. Could she cook?”
“Not in the usual, or acceptable sense, but she was damn hot.”
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