i've lost the battle with the virus; the laptop will be terminated & hopefully will rise from the dead soon.
that along with my dad's issues & mom's surgery (she's good, i need to write about that too) life's been WAY TOO BUSY!
so here's a little story from a few years ago that i thought i had mentioned before, but i couldn't find anything to backlink it to.
back when we were living in ghetto house we had a party one night. i don't remember the occasion, but a few of B's coworkers came by & we sat out in the back yard & ate & drank. a couple of the friends are lesbians, not that there's anything wrong with that, but it is pertinent to the scene.
early on, one of the women told me i was really pretty. i thanked her & didn't really think much of it, it was a nice compliment.
then as the evening went on she was saying to B "can i borrow her?"
it was funny, sweet.
shift to end of the night & only a few people are left & we're huddled in little group. i don't remember if i was talking to her or if she just walked up out of the blue but the next thing i knew was her hand was on my boob.
& she wasn't letting go.
it wasn't a honk.
it wasn't a quick feel.
not a caress.
not a joke.
the woman had latched on for dear life.
to my left boob.
i was in shock.
first of all, my boobs have never, EVER been, well, you know, an attraction. next, there was a hand on my boob & it wasn't B's! it wasn't even another man's hand!
i couldn't do or say anything, so i just stood there completely silent in shock with a woman attached to my boob. so i looked over at B & he looked at me & i'm sure my face said something bc he looked down to see why i was paralyzed & yelled out:
"hey everybody LOOK"
& then i died.
but first i removed the hand.
then i proceeded to verbally annihilate B for not defending poor lil me! from a woman who is even smaller than i am. [a detail B thought i should mention - whatever!]