...there’s nothing more emasculating than a woman pulling out her credit card.
...there’s nothing more emasculating than a woman pulling out her credit card.
Open bar? Drink in each hand. Problem solved. ;)
It might be the three beers I’ve downed in quick order while reading this whole thread, but I legit teared up at the end of your story. Good on you for helping make a wonderful memory for her, even if you didn’t know it at the time.
I’m actually going to give you guys a nice story, but before I do, let me preface it by assuring you that as a closet case who was in the gifted program and suffered from a chronic illness that caused excessive sweating in a conservative, rural town, school was basically a horror show for me. So this was an anomaly.
Oh man, that made me tear up!
Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.
One look at time on…
Oh, sweetheart...
At the school dance when I was in Year 9 I kissed one boy in my class, then later that night, another boy in my class. The next day everyone in the class decided that the boys had essentially kissed each other and neither of them ever spoke to me again.
I white girl popped and locked it at my senior prom and ended up spraining my knee really bad. Ended up going to the hospital later on. No drugs or alcohol involved, did this fail 100% sober.
“Try not to be a monster basically” is good advice that many people could benefit from following.
FUN FACT: I played MASH with my friends 8yr old daughter (in a VERY small conservative town) and Pres. Obama was on her husband/boyfriends list!! They got married in one future and lived in a shack with a Toyota and she was a dolphin trainer.
Female air marshals.
Seeing Tig Notaro on a late night show makes me made Tig doesn’t have her OWN late night show
“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you, but I just have to tell you: I love your voice.”
I haven’t tried that approach. Maybe tomorrow . . . :)