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I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
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Confessions
--I'm watching "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader" because I'm too fukking lazy to walk across the room and get the remote. I'm starting to wonder if being functionally retarded is a requirement to be a contestant on this show. This woman thought Washington was president in 1863.
--I bought a used copy of that "Sloppy Firsts" book that they all freak out about on the book board.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Re: Confessions
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
That's what you get for complaining. And believing in god.
I have learned a long time ago not to plan to eat healthy on Thanksgiving. I only end up disappointed in myself when I set that as a goal. I plan to overeat this Thanksgiving.
I also want pie - I'm bringing a walnut sour cream apple pie from my favorite pie store in the city and am contemplating buying a small 'single serving' pie (I believe it's actually a 4-serving pie, buy w/e) for myself.
I was going to go pick up Miles from DC early today, but I think I would rather go get a pedicure instead of spending extra time with my child.
See, when I hear holiday plans like this, I feel sorry for ME.
Jealous.
It's freezing asss cold here today, so I thought I would make myself a half cocoa, half coffee beverage. I went to the coffee bar to do this and a partner was there so I didn't because it felt WT. I got back to my office and realized that was stupid, so I did go and make it, but it's disgusting. I'm going to go buy a mocha.
I love my new keurig so much that it's traveling with us in the back seat. Is that totally lame? I just consider myself generous and want to share the joy of this gadget with my loved ones. Right?
We are currently listening to country music while we drive in traffic
Since Okla asked.
All through HS I had this teacher/club advisor that I can now see in hindsight that I flirted with a lot. In that stupid HS way. My senior year we started spending more time alone together. He had his own company and I would sometimes do work for him for extra cash. A few of us did, but I probably took the most jobs. And got offered the most jobs.
The summer after graduation, I started working for him full-time. And seeing him every day. I met his friends (they all took me to a bar for my 18th birthday! What a wonderful idea! A bunch of mid-30-year old men and a drunk 18 year old!), I met his family. We took his niece and nephew for the day once. We'd hold hands while driving. We had "our place" where the staff all knew us. Essentially, I was a retarded 17/18 year old and he was a creepy 36 year old.
We never actually had intercourse sex, but we fooled around at his house and in the car.
Then as the summer drew to a close, I started to feel smothered because, hello, I'm 18 and going to college! He's 36 and has a mortgage and owns a business! AND TEACHES AT THE SCHOOL I JUST GRADUATED FROM. I pulled away, stopped returning his calls. He started driving by my house. Sending me sad emails.
Then came moving day. The night before I was supposed to move to school, the van we were going to borrow fell through. School was 2.5 hours away and all of the uhauls were taken by then. The only other person I knew who had a van was him. And my mom knew it too and asked if I could ask him to borrow it. I very well couldn't tell her "No, I broke up with him" so I had to suck it up and do it.
He wound up coming with us and driving the van and somehow manipulated it into me being in the van with him for at least part of the trip. MISERY AND AWKWARD.
I did start talking to him a lot once I got to school because I was lonely and homesick, but then I cut that off. And he started calling me and leaving sad messages about how he'd stopped eating since I left and lost 10lbs. Eventually I just cut off all contact and didn't speak to him for a good 8 years. He'd occasionally email me, saying how he was thinking about my class, or me, and just wanted to say hi and he missed me. I ignored them.
I recently got back in touch with him because the teacher he was assisting when I was in school died and I was pretty devastated and reaching out, I guess. He's now married with a kid and his wife is pregnant again. I'm FB friends with his wife because he asked her to add me so I could see pictures. I imagine she has no idea what happened.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Per Okla's request, my creepy teacher and me:
When I was a junior in high school we had a student teacher. He was cute. I had a huge crush on him. It was probably really obvious. On his last day of student teaching, I ran into him while going to 6th period (he was on his way to the parking lot, my math class was in a portable building in the parking lot) and we flirted and he gave me his number. It was a little weird, but I was not a big hit with high school boys so I found the attention surprising and flattering, and also too dumb to listen to the little voice that was all, "Uh, hey, this is weird."
We "went out" for a couple months. Usually we just messed around in his car, but we went to dinner/movies sometimes. I met his parents, who stopped by unannounced at his apartment on his brithday. His parents and his friends had all been told I was in college, and my mom thought I was spending a whole lot of time with my BFF. He gave me a really lame book of poetry for my birthday in a terrible attempt to get me to sleep with him. I was well on my way to realizing that my emotionally stunted 23 y/o creepy teacher boyfriend was probably not long-term romance material when he went on a trip to Germany with some of his friends and slept with another friend's girlfriend. The friend that had been cheated on told me what happened when they all got back and I ended it over the phone. I was relieved when the whole thing was over. We never actually had the sex because I never felt really ready to go all the way, but he really pressured me and I was getting tired of saying no and feeling like a jerk all the time.
I just checked and he's still teaching. He was pretty young when it all happened so I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt that I was a one time thing and he's not a pederass, but I don't really know. He's been teaching for 13 years now.
Man, these stories are creepy! I did have a crush on a student teacher when I was a senior in HS, but nothing ever came of it (I'm sure it's because he recognized that would be icky). It only recently occured to me that the age difference betw my H and I is probably about the same as that one. It's a lot different when one of the people is 17 though.
For Okla:
When I was in High School, there was a teacher named Barbie who choreographed our HS plays. I play-flirted with her throughout my high school years, and the summer after I graduated, we were in a theatre production together, and she put the moves on. We dated for most of the summer, and things fizzled out when I started college. I remember thinking of guys from school while we were having the sexings. But she was fun, and a little adventurous. I feel like this could have been a much better story, but I just don't have it in me.
3 out of 4 dead babies agree! pepsi is better than coke! - EdithBouvierBeale
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I hate love and marriage. I got married so I could destroy these things from the inside. - NoisyPenguin
It's a good thing my circle of trust is as giant as my vagina. That only leaves a couple people out. - Cali
I do, too. I just want to club myself over the head and send myself to a houseparty or something that a normal 18 year old would do.
Teacher and his business partner actually got into a HUGE fight because business partner just thought I was doing some office work and getting paid for that. Then he found out about the affair and was REALLY angry that I was mostly being paid because Teacher wanted to keep me around. I mean, I DID do work, but nowhere near what I was paid (cash under the table) for.
Hey, it's kind of like I was a hooker!
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I want this pie. Not today, but in general. WHERE?!
One time a student teacher gave me a lecture because he saw me talking to an older guy in the hallway who he thought was too much of a badasss for a nice little girl like me. I was like "Um...thanks". I didn't even know the guy, I was just talking to him because he was signing up his band for the talent show. But I did kind of appreciate the concern.
When I graduated the following year, I found out that the student teacher hooked up with one of the girls from my class the weekend after graduation. Glad you were so concerned about the well being of your female students, creeper.
Since Groomz, Noisy, and Moo all shared their creeper HS teacher stories at my request, here is my somewhat trashy confession...
The week after my ex-BF and I broke up this summer (for the 3rd time in 2 years), my "first" was in town. I hadn't seen him in nine years. We went out, got plastered and had all the sex. He went back home the next day. I must say that I think I have improved my game since I was 18, and he has not.
I got nothin'. Except I had a law school professor who I think was sweet on me and gave me A's even though I'm not that smart. He used to let me do research for him, which I usually didn't do and/or did a really sh*tty job on and instead of paying me, he'd just give me As in any of his classes. Which, believe me, 3 courses worth of As in law school goes a lot further than $1500.
And, in the end, I now have some kind of credit in drafting Bender's treatise on the Sales Article of the Uniform Commercial Code.