Sticky Words

Do you all ever think back on certain moments where someone said something and it totally took you off guard? Like there you are just vibing, living life and someone’s discourteous words completely derailed you?

Trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling.

& years later, you STILL remember these moments.

I have had three of these moments and I can recall each distinctly.

The first happened in High School. I was a shy, awkward little turtle coming from a sheltered home, a Charter School, and I didn't have two friends to rub together. In my history class, I was sat by one of the jocks and subsequently one of the most popular guys in school.

*butthole clench.

Let's call this jock, Jack. One day, Jack turns to me and asks,

"So you're a prude?"

*internal dialogue: sCrEAmINg. OH. MY. GOD. He's asking me if I am a PRUDE?! WHYYYYY.

& of course I was a prude lol; but that wasn't something I was going to openly admit to Jack. I had zero idea what to say so I choked out a,

"What?????? ……..No...."

Jack retorts,

"So you're a slut?"

WUTTTTT. TF.

I croak back, a bit stronger this time,

"No."

He keeps at it,

"Well which one? If you're not a prude you're a slut."

I feebly try to turn the question around,

"I....I could ask you the same thing. What are you?? Are you a prude?"

Jack,

"I'm the one asking you."

& THANK BABY JESUS, our history teacher decided to begin her lesson.

& thus I got to exit from my first awkward sexual discussion with a boy.

Thinking back on that conversation STILL gives me the heebie jeebies; ultimately it made me build up a quicker wit and a sharper tongue when it comes to men. If a man tried to have that conversation with me today, I would set him straight real quick.

The second situation happened in college.

I worked at Anheuser Busch as a Management Intern & Tour Guide. Our uniforms consisted of khaki shorts, tennis shoes, and a black collared short sleeve button down - sexy I know.

I was about to head into work one morning and I was grabbing a quick breakfast in my Sorority house's dining room. One of my sorority sisters - let's call her Kelly - walks into the dining room and gives me a once over.

In a disgusted tone, she looks at me and asks,

"WHY are you wearing THAT?"

Gut punch.

I respond deflated,

"This is my work uniform."

Kelly becomes visibly uncomfortable by what she's just done - aka being a twat for no reason. She gives me a haphazard apology,

“OH….Sorry."

& she scurries off.

Obviously I wasn't CHOOSING to wear my work uniform as an OOTD. It’s what we were required to wear. But hell even if it wasn’t required to wear a black polo and khakis and I CHOSE to wear that outfit, that would have been MY prerogative.

Kelly,