hoe confessions

“Date a skater. Take my advice. They may not always have polite words or the most kind thoughts towards the police, but I can promise you that no matter how big the struggle, they won’t quit on you. It’s in their nature. Allow yourself to tolerate the crashes and games of “skate” in the street that last all afternoon. Don’t roll your eyes at sweaty pairs of socks or their younger and older friends. They are family. Invite them in. Smile at them. Let them rant about their tricks for hours. You’ll learn the language quickly enough. If they break an arm, don’t tell them that they were being foolish. Tell them they were being daring. Watch their videos. Gasp when they fall; gasp when they don’t. Listen and accept the fact that they know more about shoes than you. It’s okay if they wear shoes with holes. They’re a lot like badges of success. They don’t hate cops because they’re bad kids; they hate cops because they stop them from doing what they love most. Skaters will stay with you like they stay with their passion. Skaters are loyal. They aren’t quick to judge. They’ll invite you in and they’ll talk for hours about location, board size, and legendary people. Don’t just listen. Watch as their eyes light up at the mention of a city. They’re part of a culture, not a trend. If it rains, don’t be alarmed when they’re upset. Understand that the water can wash away their day. If it doesn’t rain, kiss them goodbye and watch them push to the end of the street. Don’t worry if he doesn’t text you or call you. He’s too busy trying to perfect the last trick of the day. He isn’t talking to other girls. He’s talking to himself in the 90 degree heat, sweating and bleeding and swearing. A skater will break his board, not your heart.”