Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass.

Cordelia ,'Dirty Girls'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


-t - Jan 10, 2007 1:58:50 pm PST #245 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I went from never-been-kissed to hold-up-there-boy!THATS3rdBASE!! all in about a half hour.

Heh. Me, too. Ninth grade party, Little Red Corvette on the stereo. Almost inevitable, really.

edited for relevance, punctuation


Strix - Jan 10, 2007 2:04:33 pm PST #246 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Baby, ur much 2 fast (yes u r)


juliana - Jan 10, 2007 2:05:23 pm PST #247 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Ah, Prince. The original chatspeak maven.


Connie Neil - Jan 10, 2007 2:05:33 pm PST #248 of 10001
brillig

Hey, I was taken to my first bar by a preacher. Beat that.

edit: And I was underage. Damned good cheeseburgers, too.


§ ita § - Jan 10, 2007 2:10:51 pm PST #249 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

It was quite a while before I got that you Americans had a different one from the British.

Stuff is kinda cleared up, but at no time did my school-attending culture include school dances. Usually didn't include boys either.


Cashmere - Jan 10, 2007 2:11:04 pm PST #250 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Co-op-ma for Jess & E!

My senior year for prom sucked. Not because I didn't go, because I did. Not because I didn't have a date--I went with a cute, but dim boy I'd started dating. But because I initially worked up the guts to ask the guy I had the HUGEST crush on all through school.

He was my friend, too, and I even sucked it up and asked him to go "as friends." He said he couldn't justify spending that much money on "just friends." So what did he do? Our art teacher set him up with her tall, willowy, gorgeous brunette daughter--whom he had NEVER even met! And he went. Because she was beautiful.

My only consolation is that they had ZERO chemistry and he had a MISERABLE time (according to our friend that double dated with him). Take that!

Um, except he went on to get a dual degree from Notre Dame University and then on to IU Med school--where he became a surgeon for the Air Force and is now living in Japan.

Eh, he still can't beat my DH and I have WAY cuter kids than he does.


tommyrot - Jan 10, 2007 2:17:41 pm PST #251 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I went to a bunch of proms.

Sophomore year, I had no date, but my therapist said, "Why not go anyway?" I mean, Jesus Christ, what kind of therapist tells a patient to GO TO PROM BY HIMSELF?!? Bastard. Anyway, long story short: felt stupid, went home.

Jr. and Sr. year I went with my girlfriend. There was actually less drama than usual between us.

Freshman year of college I took my best friend's sister (who was a few years younger) to Prom. I got made fun of for the way I danced to Van Halen's "Jump!" - just like the guy in the video....


Hil R. - Jan 10, 2007 2:29:36 pm PST #252 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I didn't go to Jr. Prom. Senior prom I went with a bunch of friends -- none of us had boyfriends or dates. It was reasonably fun.


askye - Jan 10, 2007 2:29:40 pm PST #253 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

I went to some kind of high school dance with church friends when I was 15 or so, I was such a spaz and managed to insult my date and not realize it until months later.

Then I went to my jr prom with a guy that a friend set me up with, it was an okay dance. I was much less of a spaz.


WindSparrow - Jan 10, 2007 2:35:29 pm PST #254 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

~ma to Jessica.