This Jewish girl asked if she could use my shower. I said sorry I'm out of gas. She said I did nãzì that coming. [spoiler];)[/spoiler]

So, I'm sitting eating lunch and the girl sitting next to me puts her hand on the side of my face and says "your skin is so smooth" the whole time I'm thinking "I'm not sure if this is pleasant or strange..." I eventually decided on pleasant

When I was in 8th grade these two girl's would call me guinea pig and would do very sexual and weird things to me like squeezing my butt and pinching my cheeks and baby talking to me (note I'm taller by like half a foot and have facial hair then) sit on my lap and ask weird shit corner me in the hallway and ask where I was going and not letting me pass text and call me at weird hour (how they got my number I'll never know) at the end of the year dance grinding on me. I barley even knew these biches too

I bet this girl I know $20 I could make her boobs jiggle without touching them. I lost the bet.

(long ass story that's going to take probably 4-5 posts. might be tldr for most) Picture this: 12th grade. Senior year. Graduation season. Prom week. I've never been the type to go to any parties or dances or anything like that. It's just not me. Some people call me lame and boring for that, but I tell those people that I don't do anything just because of what others say. I don't do something that I don't want to do, unless I have no choice. I've never been the type of guy to get pressured into anything unless I've been willing. The prom was, sort of, one of these events. All year long, the prom has been the word on the street for us seniors (you know how it is). Who's going with who. Who's wearing what. All that nonsense that I almost can't stand. All year long, I hadn't had [i]any[/i] plans to attend the prom. I hadn't even considered it, to be honest. I had my reasons, which was more than just simply being an introvert. Every time someone asked me about it, I'd tell them that I wasn't even going. I wasn't looking forward to wearing a tight suit for 2-3 hours on in, hot as hell, and not being able to hear anything because of loud music. I'd planned on simply going to the mx park that weekend to practice out some tweaking I'd done to my bike. In short, I had better things to do. But, like I told you to picture, it was prom week. This meant that prom was the only topic on the tongues of all the juniors and seniors. Even the teachers. In the couple weeks prior, ( [b]I'm Not Bragging or Anything.[/b]), I'd already been asked by probably 3 different girls. Now, they weren't asking me simply because of popularity and looks. As you can guess, I was on the bottom rung when it came to popularity, and I don't consider myself attractive. But I had the most bad-ass ride at the school, which automatically meant that pulling up with me was like pulling up in style. And there were several other things that factored in, but I'm not about to bore you with any of that. Bottomline is that I was getting asked at a rate of at least 1 girl every 3 days, just about. And on Monday of prom week, this really good looking brunette chick caught me in the hallway just as I was heading back to class from lunch. Now, I knew who this girl was. She was Claire. We'd had 2 art classes together and had worked together on several big projects, both in and outside of those art classes. Probably as good as friends as you can be without being in a relationship. Sort of like a brother-sister type deal, but not quite a brother-sister type deal. I'd been over her house to work on stuff and we'd spent a lot of time together in general and had a lot of stuff in common, like frequenting the library and games and all that geeky stuff. Basically, we were friends. Good friends. When she approached me, I thought she was going to ask me about another project to help her on. She was/is a photographer (really good), and I was more of the straightforward traditional/digital artist. This isn't to say that she only talks to me when she needs something - we talked about as often as you can talk to someone who isn't in your family or in a relationship with you - but you know when someone's approaching you to ask you something versus running into you and saying hi. It was basically one of those situations. But, as you can guess, she asked me about the prom. Specifically, if I was going to it. I told her, and I remember this, "I kind of have some other stuff planned." She told me something like "Really? Like, what's so important that Covan can't take me to the prom?" She knew that I was big into motocross and all that, and I told her that I was planning on messing around with the suspension on my bike and I wanted to test it out at the park. She laughed and said "You're such a... mechanics head! Come on, that can wait till next week!" (I kind of was/is, always messing around underneath the hood, etc. Like I said, I had the most bad-ass ride at the school, and I'd gotten my car out of a junkyard). We were pretty close, and I'd never had a girlfriend(I actually never have had one - i'm not afraid to tell it) or even taken a girl on a date before, and had no real experience on any romantic dancing and shit like that. Plus, I'd already basically turned down like several girls by telling them that I wasn't going to be there in the first place, so I felt that it would be sketchy if I showed up anyway with a chick in my arms. I hadn't bought Claire any flowers or anything, I hadn't said anything flirtatious with her, I hadn't held her hand or anything like that. Basically, I hadn't given off any signs that I was 'into' her. Yes, I found her [i]really[/i] attractive and she was a very interesting person to know, even so far as rivaling me, and I've always considered myself to be one hell of a multi-faceted jack of all trades. All of this was pretty much running through my head when she asked me if I would take her, and so, to buy myself some time, I told her that I had to get to class really quick and that I'd sleep on it. And sleep on it, I did. That was basically the headline of my mind that day - you know how you have that one thing that you keep thinking about, poring over, even so far as debating with yourself about, and when someone asks you what's wrong or what's going on or whatever, you immediately tell them 'nothing, everything's cool'. I mean, I didn't have any suits to wear. I'd never put on a tux before and felt that I'd look silly in one, on top of the fact that I had planned my entire schedule for that week without the prom being a factor. So the logistics of the situation alone was enough to make me question my decisions. I knew that Claire wasn't trying to go with me for appearances' sake - I had no rep to speak of, and we'd been good friends for a long time already. I wasn't entirely sure what route I should take, and I'm not 100% certain, but I might have made my b.net profile just so that I could ask on the flood what I should do. --to be cont'd--

I'll come back to this thread to tell s good story.

I was in a forest on a bench with cocks drawn all over it I got a kiss and she made me look at her V

This one time, a girl said hi to me.

so... are you gay or a chick...