bittersweet memory time
There's actually something that this one stems from, so that's a good thing. I was reading something where a guy mentions how sexy stockings with a seam in the back are and it came rushing back to me.
Back when I was 15 or 16 (and embarassingly naive, which provides me with excellent lulz now, 6 years later), my best friend of the same age had a 19-20 year old boyfriend who was introducing her to all kinds of new things, which she, of course, shared with me even if I didn't really want to know. For example, one morning she tracked me down before first period looking like a wreck and told me all the gory details about giving her first blow job.
I can't remember if this was before or after that, but she told me the boyfriend had mentioned that one of his fantasies involved stockings. After telling me this, she tracks down this godawful pair of neon blue tights. I wasn't so sure about those, but didn't really know better and wanted to be supportive. I think at some point, she may have left them in his mailbox...? Anyway, back in those days Moulin Rouge was our favorite movie and during one of our numerous trips to Hot Topic, I saw the hoisery and figured it out and was like, "So, do you think by stockings he meant like Moulin Rougey stockings? Like these?" And then we laughed and laughed.
And writing this made me double over with laughter, but now I'm actually really sad because, damn, I miss her so much. It isn't like anything happened, we just drifted apart. We both wound up at the same college in our crappy town and berated ourselves for breaking the promises we made to get out and managed to stay friends for awhile. I'm pretty sure that she has escaped by now while I'm still floundering. And I wish I could talk to her again, because our specific brands of crazy really complemented each other well.
Shit, I just put a downer on an awesome story.
Neon blue tights in a mailbox! Neon blue tights in a mailbox!!!!!!!!
Back when I was 15 or 16 (and embarassingly naive, which provides me with excellent lulz now, 6 years later), my best friend of the same age had a 19-20 year old boyfriend who was introducing her to all kinds of new things, which she, of course, shared with me even if I didn't really want to know. For example, one morning she tracked me down before first period looking like a wreck and told me all the gory details about giving her first blow job.
I can't remember if this was before or after that, but she told me the boyfriend had mentioned that one of his fantasies involved stockings. After telling me this, she tracks down this godawful pair of neon blue tights. I wasn't so sure about those, but didn't really know better and wanted to be supportive. I think at some point, she may have left them in his mailbox...? Anyway, back in those days Moulin Rouge was our favorite movie and during one of our numerous trips to Hot Topic, I saw the hoisery and figured it out and was like, "So, do you think by stockings he meant like Moulin Rougey stockings? Like these?" And then we laughed and laughed.
And writing this made me double over with laughter, but now I'm actually really sad because, damn, I miss her so much. It isn't like anything happened, we just drifted apart. We both wound up at the same college in our crappy town and berated ourselves for breaking the promises we made to get out and managed to stay friends for awhile. I'm pretty sure that she has escaped by now while I'm still floundering. And I wish I could talk to her again, because our specific brands of crazy really complemented each other well.
Shit, I just put a downer on an awesome story.
Neon blue tights in a mailbox! Neon blue tights in a mailbox!!!!!!!!