Today, I went for an innocent run in innocent gym shorts and a huge baggy sweatshirt that had once belonged to my brother, when a car slowed down, and some guy yelled, “nice legs!”
I’m pretty sure that if he had actually seen my legs, he wouldn’t have said that.
I’m also pretty sure he was eleven.
Funnily, the first thing I thought of was, ”How Offensive!”, not because it was a semi-sexist comment that really didn’t need to be shouted from a car, but because what if these weren’t my real legs? Like, what if I was in a tragic car accident and I had gotten a fake pair of legs, and I decided to try my hand at running with them? Surely anyone in this situation (which I’m sure happens a lot) would never go out in public with their prosthetic leg ever again, being scarred for life from being recognizable from a moving vehicle.
Furthermore, why is an eleven year old interested in legs?
Anyway, I would have appreciated it as a compliment if he wasn’t at least eight years younger than me, but apparently, all complimenting skills skipped my generation, leaving me with only the most awkward guy stories to tell. Which begins with a story from when i was, ironically, eleven.
Awkward things I say to boys. Part 1.
It was the seventh grade. I was young, nerdy, with hair that belonged in that musical, Hairspray (the ugly haircuts, just to clarify). I wore windbreaker pants and random t-shirts to school every day. And I had braces.
He was a new kid, with hair so blonde it was a dazzling shade of white.
Meet Justin Hatfield. That one kid who asked out ten girls in one day.
One of them being me.
I still have the note he passed me during English class….
“Juli,
I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me!”
“Dear Justin, Maybe if you spelled my name right….”
But that was not the end of Justin.
Four days letter, I receive a questionnaire, sporting questions such as, “Are you my friend? (circle yes or no)” and “Do you like me in any other way? How?_______________” with a nice line to fill in an answer.
Poor little romantic twerp.
Anyway, I soon realized that I was too young, and would much rather spit and run through mud than go on a "date" with the guy who asks out every other girl he meets.
I am very tired of this thing. I once again tried to comment and something happended and it deleted it. Hopefully it works this time, if not too bad. Interesting view with the prosthetic legs, I never would have thought of that. I did think that you were turning to the younger crowd with your attentions (cough Alex cough):) jk
ReplyDeleteI have a theory as to why you are attracted to Draco Malfoy in the third movie, Justin Hatfield and he both have "hair so blonde it was a dazzling white". Really Jules? haha. Good decision on passing him up though; you needed to work on your spitting if it was worse than the present times that I have seen. Keep blogging please it is keeping me sane.
I know Justin too! I despise that kid. I had to sit next to him in health class every day. Interesting perspective on reasons to hate people yelling things at you from cars. It's so degrading :/
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