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Part 1,
The First Action |
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Part 2, Paradise Missed |
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Part 3, Poetic Justice |
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Part 4, Thumbs Up 7Up! |
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Part 5,
I <3 NY |
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Part 6, Junior Prom |
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Part 7,
The Most Important Girl |
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Part 8, Julie |
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Part 9, Yesterday Sucked |
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Part 10, Between Friends |
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Part 11, Questions Answered |
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Part 12,
Art School Confidential |
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Part 13, Virginity Lost |
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As
much as I'd promised myself to be better prepared for the next time
something like this happened, I was not only unprepared but it would
seem as if I'd spent hours rehearsing the worst possible responses
in my best Bozo The Clown impersonation.
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In the aptly
titled Social Studies I was fortunate enough to be sharing the same
room with Michelle Burchette (the tightly pantsed younger sister of
Nikki). Michelle would, on very rare occasions, find it in her heart
to toy with my nerddom in a flirtatious way. I would consistently
return the favor by metamorphosing into a cowardly, wobbling, smiley-faced
punching bag. My teacher was being generous when he gave me a C in
that class.
This particular
incident with Michelle took place in the back of that Social Studies
class room. I still have no idea what sparked these brief psuedo-erotic
encounters, and if I'd had the slightest clue of what it was on my
end I would've done it every day and bragged about it to my parents. |
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Very simply, Michelle
approached me at the back of the room while the teacher was out,
took the dangling string of the window blinds and asked me (as her
friend Fred looked on).
"Tell me Bob, how would you like it if I tied you up with this and
raped you?"
Now had I actually been
expecting such an inquiry perhaps I would have lost my virginity
"against my will" right there in 3rd Period, but I was not prepared
and my reply reflected it. In a complete lack of cool and allure
I sarcastically retorted,
"Oh yeah, I'd REALLY like that!" as if it were not
only a stupid question but there was no way I'd even consider taking
part in something so silly. Without pause she dropped the string
(and the topic) turned and walked away. I spent the rest of that day week month, year imagining what might
have been if only I'd said something along the lines of;
"Michelle, that is something I'd thoroughly enjoy and I'd be willing
to take part in such a scenario on a semi-regular basis with you
if your schedule would allow." |
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Here
I am in a pink Velcro shirt that I bought at a store called Merry-Go-Round.
The
sales girl had no problem talking me out of $40 for it, all she
had to do was explain that the Velcro made it easier for all of
the girls to rip open.
Only
once did it get ripped open by a second party, but it was a guy...
playing a prank on me in the hallways of my school. |
I believe that I responded
like I did because I didn't want to look like a pussy (a word that'd been
used to describe me... right to my face... many many times... by guys
that took part in the more popular school sporting events). It never entered
into my mind that being raped by a girl was an acceptable form of bullying
and quite possibly a giant step up that ladder of popularity.
Let me now clarify that I would
not be at all opposed to such an act. I wouldn't press any charges against
the girl who might commit such a "crime" against me and I'd even pay for
cab fare. Oh, and I'd forego any sarcastic attempts at sweet talk. I really
don't know what the hell I was thinking.
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