Okay, so pretend we're in a school auditorium. A drum roll begins... I just took the stage and the mic...
"Hello. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who sent me a story. I received about fifty of them, which is fabulous! Choosing just one was incredibly difficult because all the submissions were so different. Some were funny, some were sexy, some were heartfelt--some were all three. However, after enlisting the help of my sister and a couple of friends, I was able to narrow the entries down and eventually make a decision.
Before I announce the winner, I want to say that if I didn't pick your entry, it doesn't mean that you'll never get picked. I have a list of other stories that are definitely winning material, so check back every Friday to see if yours is one of them.
With that said (typed), I'd like to present this week's winner of the first ever Love, Sex, & My Ex contest."
by Manic Mommy
The year was 1987. I met a guy the summer after high school, and we ended up on the side of my friend's house, um... doing stuff. When we were done, um... doing stuff (NOT the deed, mind you), he asked if he could have my undies.
My undies? No boy had ever asked for my underwear! To be honest, I was kind of confused. They weren't sexy, or lacy, or even thongy, because in 1987 THERE WERE NO SUCH THINGS AS THONGS. THERE WERE NO THONG SONGS. The only thongs back then were the kind you wore on your feet.
The undies were, thankfully, brand new, and also, thankfully, virgin white, so after thinking about it, I decided to give them to him. Why the hell not?
We went out on a date or two that summer, but when he showed up at my door one night wearing white shorts revealing his own orange-colored underwear underneath, I knew it wouldn't work out. (Ewww, gross, white man shorts with orange underwear. Need I continue?)
So, fast-forward to three years later. I'm a junior in college. It's Saturday night and I'm at a bar with my girlfriends. I look over to my right and see a guy staring at me. I do a double-take and...
Oh. My. God...
It can't be...
There's no way in hell...
His eyes lock onto mine as he saunters over to me and says, "I think I have something that may belong to you."
I laughed and said, "Is it something white?"
Yep. Three years later, we end up at the same college, in the same bar. And yep, later that night, he became number nine!
15 comments:
Congrats Manic Mommy!
Congrats!!!!
O.M.G...Thank you so much Karyn... and how appropriate I am winning this prestigious first-time-ever award on 6-9!!!!
and here I thought you'd say he became your husband. AKA Manic Dad?
Too funny! Congrats!!
ha! that's a cute story. Funny! :)
Congrats manic mom!
LOL, congrats Manic Mommy! You deserve it!
c o n g r a t s Manic Mommy! Tooo funny! :-D
Oh. My. God.
congradulation
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Very cool! I'm a Manic Mommy fan myself. Nice pick!
Yeah, Manic! Now you're cracking us up on OTHER people's blogs! :)
He became number nine? What does that mean, the ninth guy you slep with? I hope not. Not as a junior in college. Didn't understand the part about dumpng the guy because of the color of his shorts, either.
Whoa, how totally random that I checked this post today, after well over a year, and here the same night someone has posted anonymously a question. Anon, if you want to email me, I can tell you the answers. But yes, 9 was the number. About the shorts... well, they were see-through, which I didn't much mind that, but the underwear underneath were like dark blue or orange, and just tacky.
OK, even more freaky is the fact I just posted the comment exactly 12 hours to the minute after the anonymous poster posted.
Freaky.
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