The Untold Story of Why I Hate Tom Cruise’s Face
>>Disclaimer>> this is not an attack on the celebrity Tom Cruise. This is my own story.
I was barely 13 when I met him.
My friend and I were at the beach, while on summer vacation, and these two older boys got out of an old Chevy pickup and walked straight into the lake, fully clothed, with cigarettes dangling from their lips.
My friend and I looked at each other in fascination as they walked past us, splashing us with cold water. Giggling and giddy, we chased the boys into the lake, and soaked them with splashes.
That was the beginning of 5 years of love, learning, and hell.
One of the guys was a rugged dark haired, dark skinned, beautiful human. The other was blonde, somewhat athletic and had striking steel blue eyes. The blonde seemed to like me, and I was okay with that. My girlfriend was always prettier than me, and always won the best looking guy, no matter who she was with.
We were much too young for these boys.
They were almost 17. They smoked and drank beer and did a lot of hash and weed. It was the 80’s when parties were all about AC/DC and hot-knifing. It terrified me, but I wanted to fit in, and I wanted everyone to know I was his girl.
