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| Mothers Day Recap |
| 05.09.05 (9:10 am) [edit] |
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For the peanut gallery, I tried calling my mother several times yesterday. Left messages. No return calls. So I drove over there and left her tomato plants on her back porch with her Mother's Day card. (I bet that she'll be a _____ and leave them there untouched). In contrast to her, I don't let myself into her home uninvited and unexpected. (ahem) While I'm dropping off her plants, my old next-door-neighbor's son was in the front of their yard playing baseball with his son. We grew up next to each other. He is 3 years older than me - was a year ahead of me in school. And creepy. I haven't seen him in at least 10 years. When I was in high school, my mother traveled 40 weeks/year. I stayed by myself. The neighors (we'll call them the Foremans) had keys to my house in case of emergency. Their son (we'll call him John) would take the keys and come over to my house unannounced. Once, I was 15, had just gotten out of the shower and found him in my room, going thru my panty drawer. "John" would come over and hang out sometimes - watching tv or we'd shoot hoops. He'd 'wrestle' with me - trying to grab at 'inappropriate' places. Sometimes, he scared me - he was a lot stronger than me and looking back - I should have spoken up to his parents or something. It ended when he was trying to pin me, wrestling - and I kicked him hard in the nuts. My senior year in high school, my boyfriend couldn't make it up for the Winter Formal at the last minute. (He was at the University of Miami). So, "John" took me. He was a gentleman - I guess wearing a suit made him feel more chivalrous. I don't remember anything about the evening. I doubt we even danced. Thinking about it, there's no way he danced. He was about as rhythmically-challenged as a white guy can get. I do remember my dress - I was apparently going thru a vestal virgin phase - it had a pale pink slip with a white lace overlay and a pink belted bow. I must have looked like a human doilie. It was nice of "John" to come down last minute from his college to take me. He dropped out after the 2nd quarter. I don't remember what he did after that. Anyway, I was polite and said hello to "John" and he introduced me to his wife. He hugged me when I said hello, and then twice more when I was saying goodbye. He brushed my boobs - twice - and I don't think it was 'accidental'. Once a perv, always a perv. |
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 05.09.05 (6:30 am)
well, yea, just look at Butch and 11 ;)
posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 05.09.05 (9:21 am)
Guys like that are creepy, he has a wife for goodness sake, ewww
posted by: SweetDiva (reply)
post date: 05.09.05 (12:07 pm)
it is NEVER accidental when they"brush" the boobs!
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 05.09.05 (12:27 pm)
we had a PA at work who used to "brush" up against us. I finally just told him to cut it out. Big innocent protestations, just like all pervs.
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