My High School Boyfriend, The Con Artist
 

This week, the Cut brings you True Romance: five days of stories about love as it's actually lived.

My high-school boyfriend was a criminal. I met him at the ice-cream shop where we both, for a summer, worked. The ice cream was hard; I developed a tight right bicep. The shop was called Big Licks and the owner, before he was sued for copyright infringement, used the Rolling Stones' logo on the company T-shirts. At 16 years old I basically daily left my house wearing a T-shirt with a gigantic mouth and tongue and the words BIG LICKS over my boobs. While wearing this T-shirt I asked stranger after stranger, Do you know what you want? and then I struggled to make the ice cream into a cone-able ball. My co-worker thought the noblest way to endure my daily pimp-out was to get drunk on the job. He’d show up to our shifts with a bottle of Kahlúa. He had dark eyes that tilted downward and made him look cartoonishly sad. He had a slight Irish accent. Pretty soon I was in love.
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