Several years ago, just after I had become a teenager, I was part of a Performing Arts Troupe with a couple dozen other kids. We would go on tour and perform at elementary schools plays with underlying positive messages (dont do drugs, character counts, etc).
Anyways, through some set of circumstances I ended up alone with this girl I was crushing on during one of the rehersals. She looked at me and said, "I like your bod[y]." (Quite forward, no?) 'Cept I didn't hear her, so I asked her, "What?"
twice with all the grace of a giraffe trapped in a fishnet. Poor girl was blushing by the third utterance, and I felt terrible.
A few days later my name was put into the compliment box we had with the message, "Justin is such a good listener, you never have to repeat yourself when talking to him."
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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