Several years ago, a boss told me that I reminded him of Tracy Flick.
I laughed.
For those of you that don't know who Tracy Flick is, rent the movie "Election".
Yes, I was one of those kids that was in every scholastic club possible (except Latin and Spanish clubs - and I should have been in Spanish club becaus there were some mighty hot dudes in there but I was President of the French club for 3 years, so it would have been rather scandalous) I had an uber-squeaky-clean image that could get away with murder (or cutting class) as a result.
Anyhoo... Unlike Tracy Flick, there was no teacher-boinking or sabotaging of elections. (I won or lost them fair and square.)
The point of this is... a few nights ago when I was talking to Hot Stud, he was asking me what I was like in high school. I told him about my totally goody-two shoes image.
Hot Stud called me this afternoon. I was sleeping - have been TOTALLY wiped out the past week and no amount of laying low has recharged my batteries.
So I'm halfway awake, mumbling talking to him. He tells me that ever since we had that discussion, he's been thinking of me dressing up as a naughty school girl.
Needless to say, THAT woke me up. I laughed. (Ok, I admit, I giggled, dare I say, like a schoolgirl?)
We're supposed to get together for dinner tomorrow night. If I still feel like I do right now (think roadkill), I won't be making it.
Regardless, I won't be dressing up like a naughty school girl. (Even if I did have a plaid skirt and knee-highs)
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 04.29.06 (3:27 pm)
Woooo hooooo, we want picture of this!!!
posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 04.29.06 (8:25 pm)
Reply to: trekguy
I'll be posting *that* pic of me as soon as I get the one of Gambit in a loincloth on the hood of his new Pacifica.