Grade 9, 1999, was the year of the blow job at my junior high school. Not everyone was giving — or getting — but in general, it was the year when girls started giving boys oral sex. Mind you, never the other way around.

There were parties sans parents and blackberry coolers that tasted like pop. I wore tight pants and chunky heels. I had a Samsung flip phone I shared with two siblings. We fought over it on weekends,

But I never got this messages: “SEND NOODZ.”


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