The Bomb

“She’s the bomb,” he said.

“Is that good?” I asked.

“Yeah, like the best. You know. Awesome.”

“Okay. So why don’t you ask her out?”

“Grammy, people don’t go out these days.” He waved his hands in the air at my crazy idea. That seemed like a big loss to me, but maybe whatever the kids were doing instead of going out was as exciting as going out used to be.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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  1. Oh, man! He is totally the bomb! I can’t stand it. He’s too cute for words. I love his tats. I love the way he dances…the way he moves. And when he sits down at that synthesizer and plays I just want to die he’s so good. Did you see him come out at the intro dressed in those leopard tights? Cheeze, he just ran onto the stage and stood there jamming on the synthesizer singing his brains out. Way too cool! Those amps were so freakin’ loud I thought my eardrums were going to burst but I loved it. He had me dancin’ on the table top shakin’ my booty. Man, he’s the max. He’s the bomb!

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