I was six when I first experienced a boy’s interest in me. Jeffrey, a distant cousin and a year older, ran circles around me and after he was all pooped from running, found a live roach and promptly dropped it inside the back of my T-shirt. My shrieks could be heard five blocks away.
Ah, the first flush of love. There is nothing sweeter, which explains why I staggered into my dentist’s office at nine this morning, two index fingers gesturing wildly at my mouth. I could not speak. In just a matter of forty-five minutes last night, cavity after cavity began forming in my hitherto cavity-free teeth. All because I was watching Episode 4 of Queen In-hyun’s Man.
