So, I walk over to the laundry house to put my clothes in the dryer and this group of kids are throwing a footbal around. On my way back, one of them starts whistling at me and running towards me. I'm thinking, what does this guy want?
Him:Hey, what's up?
Me: Um, hi?
Him: what's your name?
Me:Um, Chelsey.
Him: where do you live?
Me: (points in general direction) Over there... How old are you?!
Him: Old enough... No, just kidding! (laughs uncomfortably)
Me: Okay, I'll see you later!(I waved goodbye because he didn't seem to understand what I was doing)
He was probably 16 or 17... It's funny but it's creepy at the same time.I've NEVER had someone so young do that stuff... and it also brought me back to all that uncomfortable lameness that went on in the highschool dating scene.



(I waved goodbye because he didn't seem to understand what I was doing)
I've NEVER had someone so young do that stuff... and it also brought me back to all that uncomfortable lameness that went on in the highschool dating scene.
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Nice and smooth, kid, nice and smooth.

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