**Giggles!**

I have seen this happen so many times ... and had it happen to me a few times as well back when I used to go out. I actually had a guy tell me he was twenty one and called him on it by asking for some ID. He got pissed, but later came back and showed it to me. He was actually sixteen. Later, I saw him in one of my classes ... see, I used to teach. :)

:D hehehe, and here I was thinking this was a little far fetched.

... and that's a funny awkward experience. ;p

I know ... I get that from time to time when I tell the story. A friend pointed out the student might have not recognized me or thought he would try since I was off duty. :)

hehehe, well, aside from the awkwardness that is a compliment to you. ;p

I always thought so ... I just don't respond well to "come ons" because I hink of myself as an ugly person. :)

XP understandable

**Giggles!**

Gawd, I hope not! It's not something I would wish on people. :)

XP the self-esteem issues were to blame for that one

And I remember how bad they can be ... I think for boys it's a bit harsher since they are not supposed to show emotions. Girls can cry ... and often that is pure blackmail. But when a girl trashes a boy like that, it's hard to deal with it I would imagine. I used to watch a girl named Ashley deal with boys ... her personality is the template for the Princess ... and Ashley would be devastating! I watched her one afternoon while eating lunch and this guy, a bit on the chunky side, but a good looking face, came over and asked her out. He started with the question and when she stayed silent, he blundered on with what they might do. Dinner and a movie ... the stand by idea for a date ... and then he suggested walking on the beach. Now, I thought this to be a bit corny, but sweet ... but Ashley wasn't impressed. She leaned to the side so she could look at his lower body around the table ... and then she laughed at him. "Beaches usually mean sex and with that gut in the way, there's little more of a hope for a hand job." My friends and I startled and glanced over at her ... now, thank gawd, this was in the breakroom of the grocery store we all worked at. But even still ... it was brutal. I have to give the poor fellow credit here. He just turned and wandered off. Diana, a softie, beat me to it and ran after the poor fellow. I just looked at Ashley who met my eyes. "Hey, he's a fatso ... got money, but that's not the only thing I like about a guy" was her reply. The manager came in soon there afterward, saving her from my counter ... I felt like walking over and slapping her myself.

Now, in the fairness of things ... I ran into my own problems. When I was in high school, around this same time, I was a bit chubby ... not like I am now, mind ... but in the later years of high school when this happened, I was about 140 lbs and no tits ... glasses and mouse brown hair, but a cute face. :) Well, we all went to a place downtown in Brunswick to a teenager hangout ... gawd, I cannot remember the name of it. Emily, a Baptist teenager, invited me and several girls. We were dropped off by her Uncle Vincent and were told to call him when we were ready to come home ... he commented that if we got a ride or it pushed past 2 am, to call anyways. As we hung out, danced together, and snacked on food ... when I get nervous, I snack ... these good looking guys came over. An even number to our group ... and soon the guys were divided up. The one who got stuck with me ... well, he was an ass ... cute ass, but an ass. He looked at me and said, "If you were any flatter, you would be two dimensional." I frowned and got angry. "Then I guess I'm lucky not to be in your dimension ... you are already two dimensional." He got mad and started to deck his hand back when this enormous black guy came over and told him to leave. Since he had the keys to the car, he took the boys with him ... the shit. I got blamed for screwing things up ... Emily tried to stop me from leaving, but I said I would be ok. I called my sister's house which was on Blythe Island and her cool hubby came and got me. He put me in the back seat and let me cry for a while ... oh, my sister got pissed when she heard about what had happened and went looking for the asshole. Within two hours, she had half of Brunswick's "Hell's Rejects", the biker gang she was friends with, cruising about.

**Giggles!**

:D hehehe, I love a story with a good ending.

My sister and I still laugh at that ... right after posting this, I decided to call her and chat while online. I read what I rote and she hit the floor, laughing. She remembered it. :)