Tell Me About a Time

Samantha, or Sam for short, wound up being a very good friend of mine during our college days. We weren’t the closest in high school, but having a familiar face in a new college and sharing a few classes drove us closer together.

Though, full disclaimer, I didn’t witness this in person, Sam shared a great story with me.

I know I will date myself with the reference, but during my college days, everyone was using MSN Communicator as the preferred means of communication. Facebook had not taken off yet and data plans on cell phones were either non-existent or too expensive to make sense.

Sam and I were carpool or bus buddies. Meaning we would either drive to school together or take the bus together. Whatever conversation we didn’t finish during the ride would then be resumed in our online world.

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What’s Under the Boots

Another story that goes back to my high school days, but still vividly plays in my mind. It’s a wonder why some of these shoe loss victims don’t stop and realize that they really do bring things upon themselves.

Julie was one of the girls that regularly hung out with my group of friends. She had a spare block with myself and a few others during our senior year. Typically, we would spend that spare block in the cafeteria just talking about the usual things like crushes, or well, come to think of it, that was pretty much it.

On this day, Julie wore tight black jeans and a pair of platform ankle boots that just left enough of a gap between the top of her boots and the cuff of her jeans. Julie wasn’t overly tall, but the platform boots added an extra two inches to her height and I think she enjoyed wearing them because they made her taller.

As we prepared to study, the conversation shifted to Julie. We started questioning Julie on the usual topics, like who she liked. Truth be told, I had a huge crush on Julie at the time and I was hoping that she would admit she liked me. Though that seemed to only work in Hollywood movies. Julie didn’t crack under the pressure. Continue reading “What’s Under the Boots”

Wedding Fun

I’ve been lucky to have been invited to a few dozen weddings already – some more memorable than others. On this occasion, one of my friends, Kelly, was acting as the day-of coordinator and her main goals was to make sure that everything went off without a hitch. Included in this goal was to keep an eye on the children. There was a group of young children, all under the age of 8 since most of our friends were still young parents, that were getting rambunctious. Kelly had to do her thing and borderline scolded them like any impatient mother would.

I could tell that keeping the wedding together was putting a lot of pressure on Kelly as demonstrated by the way she handled the children. Kelly didn’t think much of them as they were getting on her nerves. Each time one of the children burst out during the ceremony, Kelly would shoot them the stinkeye.

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Contribution: Tricks, Tips, and Flops

Contributed by: “Axila”

Most of you are probably here for the same reason I am, and I’m going to take an educated guess that you’ve been in a situation where you’ve met a girl who made you think to yourself: “Damn, she’s absolutely adorable and I need to find a way to get her shoe separated from her foot.”

In high school this can pretty common, it can range from fellow students or even a teacher. Here are few tips and tricks that I’ve used in the past with much success but also a few warnings. The way you get her shoe off can either be made look like an accident or a prank if she’s comfortable around you.

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A Social Experiment

During one of my college classes, we sat in an auditorium where the rows of seating ascended the further you were from the professor. Being the terrible student I was, I would usually be sitting in the back with my group of friends since nothing really mattered in that class anyway.

On this occasion, one of my friends, Stephanie, decided to sit in on the lecture. She had a spare period and since she knew most of my friends (and the fact that we would goof off in class), she figured it would be a good way to kill time.

It was a warm autumn day, and surprisingly, it wasn’t raining, windy, or anything, just unseasonable warmth. Stephanie was wearing black boots with tight black jeans (tucked into her boots) and a fancy autumn jacket.

My friends and I occupied the last two rows on the far left side of the auditorium. I sat in the back row and since Stephanie knew me the best, she sat next to me. The rest of the group sat around us, or directly in front of us. And, as per usual, as the lecture wore on, we started finding ways to kill time. Our go-to was usually to play snake on our cell phones (remember that?) except with the layout of the auditorium, we weren’t able to connect via infrared for a multiplayer game.

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Gym Punishment

There was a girl named Kayla in my high school gym class. She was part of another clique, so I never really talked to her much. However, there was always one thing about her that stuck out and that was she was always late for gym class. It was always the first class of our day, and either she always slept in or just didn’t care enough to show up on time.

By the time our teacher was ready to take attendance, Kayla and sometimes with her two girlfriends, would be running to the line-up for attendance. Sometimes Kayla would be running in just her socks as she carried her shoes in her hand, untied. The soft padding of her socked feet on the ground was very distinct. Best of all, if Kayla ran fast enough, she would perform a small slide as she slid into position.

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The Lost Bet

Sometimes people bring the worst upon themselves. In high school, my close group of friends would seemingly hang out every weekend. On this day, however, one of the girls made a terrible decision. Her name was Kathy. She was probably the most tomboyish out of the group of girls we hung out with. Let me clarify that a little – she had the most boyish personality out of the girls. For example, she loved video games, cars, and sports (namely hockey). However, she was still one of the girls in that she dressed fashionably well and worked part-time at one of the popular clothing chains.

We were hanging out at one of the guys’ houses and he dusted off his old Super Nintendo. Kathy immediately grabbed the copy of Super Mario Kart and challenged anyone to play. To her credit, Kathy was incredibly good. We played battle mode mostly, and she was virtually unbeatable.

Kathy started a personal rivalry with one of the guys who was able to stop her reign of terror – we’ll call him Steve. We played with rules that the loser of each round would have to rotate out so the next time Kathy and Steve got to play, the stakes were raised.

First time around, the loser would have to pay for the next time we went out for dinner. Then, it became the loser would have to do the other’s homework. It got to the point that Steve proposed the loser go streaking at school. Kathy obviously turned that down.

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