tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post3969711212613766558..comments2024-02-27T09:16:34.452-05:00Comments on Stories About My Underpants: They Call me The Rain Man Of Love: Part IIBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-31072265993271035312014-05-19T23:26:13.135-04:002014-05-19T23:26:13.135-04:00Ah, high school poetry. Whenever we had to review...Ah, high school poetry. Whenever we had to review a poem for English class, I'd write my own and add a fake name. I always got an A because I seemed to 'get' the poet so well. Heh, heh, heh....<br /><br />But I never got an A in the boyfriend department. I was madly in love with a blonde god named Bryan. He was the One. I knew it in the depths of my poor, pubescent, love-starved soul. He probably would have gone through life not knowing I existed, but I made sure he knew by joining the school debating team and the student council, just to be close to him. I then proceeded to humiliate myself repeatedly by forgetting my arguments during debates and coming up with cringeworthy suggestions at student council meetings. But it all ended when the student council had their annual end-of-year breakup dinner. We went to Pizza Hut, which in those days had red gingham tablecloths and those little paper match packets in the ash trays on the tables. (Early '80's, if you must know. So, I'm old.) Bryan was trying desperately to avoid my cow-eyed gaze across the table, so he picked up the book of matches and started lighting them, one after the other, before dropping them in the ashtray. Match number six bounced out of the ashtray and set fire to the tablecloth. If the teacher hadn't snatched a jug of water from a passing waitress's tray, we could have died together in the cheesy fire. *romantic sigh*... From that day on, poor Bryan went to phenomenal efforts to completely and utterly avoid me. I was delighted. He knew I existed!<br /><br />Fast forward two years, and my mother was working at the enrolment office at the local University. Bryan's mother came in to pay his Uni fees for the year, and (horror of horrors) Mother recognised his name on the paperwork - which isn't surprising, as it was written 100 times in pink ink on every schoolbook I'd owned in high school. She and Bryan's mother had a good old gossip (and a good old giggle) at how pathetic I was and how embarrassed Bryan was. When she told me about it, I wished I HAD died in that Pizza Hut fire.<br /><br />Don't you just love mothers?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-77712814644909116482014-05-19T14:12:10.117-04:002014-05-19T14:12:10.117-04:00Ha!!! Ohhhh my stomach just got a little pain thin...Ha!!! Ohhhh my stomach just got a little pain thinking about you having to read your poem out loud in class. Isn't being a teenager a good time? Also, I did the same thing! We'd totally drive by his house and I'd duck. God we were cool.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-37934784256288816552014-05-19T14:11:28.543-04:002014-05-19T14:11:28.543-04:00Hahaha I respect that you couldn't read it. I ...Hahaha I respect that you couldn't read it. I understand completely! Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-43963996229815351212014-05-19T14:11:05.062-04:002014-05-19T14:11:05.062-04:00Hahaha glad you liked it! :-) Hahaha glad you liked it! :-) Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-15388988735784402992014-05-19T14:10:14.247-04:002014-05-19T14:10:14.247-04:00Oh my gosh that was toatally your Super Hero Power...Oh my gosh that was toatally your Super Hero Power. I unfortunately think I may have rivaled you with this skill as well when I was in school. I wrote a poem for my crush in Jr High and actually turned it in as an English assignment which the teacher made me read out loud in class. I was also known to force my mom to drive by his house while I ducked down in the backseat just in case he was outside. Oh what sweet memories!<br />DonnaDirty Martini Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11722749061096190920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-41848770613977518612014-05-19T12:40:31.023-04:002014-05-19T12:40:31.023-04:00I admit I mostly just skimmed today's post bec...I admit I mostly just skimmed today's post because reading stuff like this makes me hurt for you. There are a lot of movies I haven't seen because I can't stand watching people be embarrassed. But I hope this was a cathartic release for you.Lydianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-25391725914169115412014-05-19T12:31:23.113-04:002014-05-19T12:31:23.113-04:00This is seriously one of the funniest things I'...This is seriously one of the funniest things I've ever read! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08402275645430849293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-76233221108515258112014-05-19T11:29:38.749-04:002014-05-19T11:29:38.749-04:00It's possible.It's possible.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-25401117049593356962014-05-19T11:28:44.657-04:002014-05-19T11:28:44.657-04:00I think I need bigger dreams.I think I need bigger dreams.Courtneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13695019934711332829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-59644867490655626252014-05-19T11:18:07.275-04:002014-05-19T11:18:07.275-04:00All of your dreams have finally come true!All of your dreams have finally come true!Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-20009748278609788832014-05-19T11:17:02.577-04:002014-05-19T11:17:02.577-04:00Oh my God, I can't believe you actually told i...Oh my God, I can't believe you actually told it. I thought this day would never come!!Courtneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13695019934711332829noreply@blogger.com