tom_cruise raze she told me her high_school boyfriend was a dead ringer for tom cruise. he had perfect hair and perfect teeth. he drove a fast car. he was dreamy. "imagine if i'd stayed with him instead of hooking up with your dad," she said, and her eyes went somewhere far away. i'd never seen her look wistful before. now here's the truth she wouldn't tell: they never had sex. her tom cruise lookalike thought they did, but they didn't. he slid himself between her thighs before she could finish pulling her pants down. he didn't know how bodies worked. he thought this was it. she lay there and stared at the wall, stunned past speaking, while he got lost somewhere between hip and knee and humped away. all she had to show for it when he was finished were some sheets that needed washing. so she washed them. come to think of it, the real tom cruise was probably doing the same thing at that age. he never struck me as being a wise or attentive lover. but i've been wrong about these things before. 211127 what's it to you? who go blather from