okay, so i've totally been cheating since i made the jump to facebook. it's just so much damn easier to barf out random brief funny than a whole page. but this is worth it!
since i only did a short word vomit on how this started, i will recap...
the she-child's best friend lives only a few blocks from us. nonetheless, i want to know where my kid is and whose house she is frequenting. good parenting, duh. so i asked her what her bff's parents' names were and what they did etc, etc. they are divorced and dad's name is______, who has a most unusual name and i'm certain that i know this man from a group of boys i used to hang out with in college.
well, dear readers, on halloween, i had shut the porch light off and damned if some little monsters didn't ring my doorbell around 930. i let it go, until it had been buzzed three times! i trop up the steps, clad in less undergarments than i should be for answering the door, in a practically see through tee and yoga pants. trick or treat to you! i fling open the door to unleash my inner witch and there stands she-child's bff...and the daddy. who is exactly who i thought he was. conversation commenced with my arms folded across my 36cs. most embarassing.
SO...yesterday, i receive a phone call from she-child. without expanding on what happened for sake of the story, let's just say the two girls had been involved in a traffic mishap and needed a ride home.
as this age-old friend and i stand in his garage wax poetic about how lucky the girls are to be mostly unhurt and very fortunate, said chiclets depart to play with bff's family pet. leaving the daddy and i to yammer. he interjects politely how great i look after all the years it's been since we've seen eachother. NOT at all insinuatory, just nice. then we giggle about some of the collegiate mishaps with old friends, which results him asking me what i remember about him hanging with our group. now, quite honestly, i was a wee bit innebriate for...oh...the first couple years i lived here. i hate nebraska, wanted to be back in PA where i had spent the summer. alcohol was my therapy. so, i gave him a truthful answer...not much. i remembered that he had come to lots of our house parties and maybe came to our pool once or twice.
bff's daddy gets a wicked smirk on his face and says, "so you don't remember making out with me more than a few times?"
oh dear. i'd like to die now. and i answered that just as truthfully: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
