Several weeks ago, this anecdote came up in conversation, and my friend whydoihaveablog wondered why I don’t lead with this story every time I meet a new person. Well, it happened a long time ago, and I forget about it.
So, here goes. Just like the title suggests, I saw a movie (The NeverEnding Story) with TV personality Geraldo Rivera. I was about six, and he was a grown man.
I kept waiting for this story to turn into an episode of To Catch a Predator. It doesn’t. (Unfortunately?)
I know—I wept in the mirror for hours afterwards wondering what was so un-rape-worthy about me.
I kept waiting for this story to turn into an episode of To Catch a Predator. It doesn’t. (Unfortunately?)