I’m off balance. Everything I thought I knew is wrong, and everything I thought I had, I don’t. Family, friends, acquaintances, lovers, they’re all blurry now. I can’t tell who’s who anymore. Can you?” —MySpace.com “Who was that?” “Hey, Grandmom,” I said walking up the path. She’d just come out of the house and sat down in her chair on the front porch. She was holding a glass of something with ice in it. “I don’t know, some guy. He stopped to talk.” “What did some guy want?” she asked, suspiciously. “What every guy wants,” I said cynically, sitting down in the chair beside her. “But don’t worry, I have no intention of doing anything with anybody—and that includes lawn mower guy. I’m not ready.” “Uh-huh. Many a young lady said that exact same thing. And many a young lady turned into a young mother. Saying you’re not ready and a boy hearing it are two different things.
