I knew a guy like that in high school - a big tall black guy who was a year below me and was in my phsyics class senior year. Was definately of a completely different crowd at school (basketball team cool guy), and he spent most of second semester senior year hitting on me in attempts to have me bring him to prom. I didn't bring him, but I always questioned whether it just wanted to go to the prom or if he actually had a thing for me...
i bet he really did have a thing for you. some guys are just pathologically bad at demonstrating affection. your ball-punching correction technique, while painful to think about, probably helped him more than a date ever would.
Perhaps the nurp' is more common on the east coast.
I enjoyed this story. I definitely remember guys in high school who were just weirdo sleezebags for no good reason. They thought that's how it was done, and I agree with Bryan that the ball punch was probably a step in the right direction.
It always killed me. I'd bend over backwards to listen, to be respectful, to limit myself to appropriate touching (if any) and kept my eyes above the haltertop hem... and I got nothing from nobody. Then some smartass would embarass people in class, would grope and whine and be childish, and I'd be ashamed for my gender - and then he'd be having sex with a different girl during every class break. And I was the one who got the purple nurple. I'm so relieved that, despite your curiosity that lingers to this day, Kate, you didn't give in to the dark side. Really, fly-eyes? Ew.
I knew a guy like that in high school - a big tall black guy who was a year below me and was in my phsyics class senior year. Was definately of a completely different crowd at school (basketball team cool guy), and he spent most of second semester senior year hitting on me in attempts to have me bring him to prom. I didn't bring him, but I always questioned whether it just wanted to go to the prom or if he actually had a thing for me...
i bet he really did have a thing for you. some guys are just pathologically bad at demonstrating affection. your ball-punching correction technique, while painful to think about, probably helped him more than a date ever would.
that being said, if you ever punch me in the balls, bear in mind that you've got a purple nurple coming.
I hate to ask...but I have to.
What the feck is a purple nurple?
I'd Google it but I'm at work. And...I am afraid.
Purple Nurple = Titty Twister.
Perhaps the nurp' is more common on the east coast.
I enjoyed this story. I definitely remember guys in high school who were just weirdo sleezebags for no good reason. They thought that's how it was done, and I agree with Bryan that the ball punch was probably a step in the right direction.
It always killed me. I'd bend over backwards to listen, to be respectful, to limit myself to appropriate touching (if any) and kept my eyes above the haltertop hem... and I got nothing from nobody. Then some smartass would embarass people in class, would grope and whine and be childish, and I'd be ashamed for my gender - and then he'd be having sex with a different girl during every class break. And I was the one who got the purple nurple. I'm so relieved that, despite your curiosity that lingers to this day, Kate, you didn't give in to the dark side. Really, fly-eyes? Ew.