Just had a little stepford flashback. I said Happpy Birthday on a stepford acquaintance's facebook wall yesterday and noticed that the wife of the neighbor who peeping tommed me was a mutual friend. Creepy!!!!
It's been a while since I experienced the skin crawl of that memory. Like yesterday, when I told the story of the boxing guy who just wanted to know that if I ever kissed a man if I would tell my husband. Ick Ick Ick. More skin crawl.
I figured I'd share another . In high school there was a big lurky kind of guy who was a known drug dealer and he dressed like he belonged to a motorcycle gang. This was not a good thing when the rest of us were more likely to be studying the Preppy Handbook. Also the drug thing was way out of my league. I guess he took an interest in me and instead of ever talking to me, he decided to pester my buddy, a 95 pound 5'5" guy (who would some time after graduation grow almost a foot in a year) and follow him around all day shouting strange questions like what my breasts felt like.
Pretty much I've been surrounded by charmers all of my life.