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last week we introduced a regular feature entitled "worst moviegoing experiences. (click here to read last week's.) this week's entry comes from yours truly

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Nah, I don''t think it was a mistake. (Of course, you know RLG better than we do. Maybe she''s the type to be jealous of the past...?) I can definitely identify with a few of those scenarious, having been pretty shy for a good part of my past. I don''t have quite the encyclopedic recall of them all like you do (I try to live without too much regret), but one I do remember happened in my second year in college: A girl a year or two older than me (who looked like a taller, prettier, punk version of Mariel Hemingway with darker hair) was in most of my photography classes. One day, apropos of nothing, she cornered me in the darkroom after hours and asked if I wanted to see her new tattoos. I was a little taken aback, since I didn''t even think she knew I existed, but I said, "sure". Well, she whips off her tank top, and standing there totally naked from the waist up, points out an intricate tribal pattern across her chest. (Hmmm, she hadn''t mentioned those pierced nipples!) My response? "Wow, that''s really nice. Where''d you get that done? Hey, is there any fixer left in that tray...?" Sigh... My life is filled with little asides with female friends going, "Yes, you moron, she WAS hitting on you." I blame society.
ingredient_x commented on Jan 24 05 at 6:08 pm

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