Storytime!
Jun. 2nd, 2005 01:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brinshannaraInstead of working on my Research Methods thing that's due, you know, tomorrow, I have applied a facemask and am burning things to CD.
So I decided to tell you all a story.
Picture it.Siciliy, 1923. A young peasant girl... Montreal, 1993. A fifteen year old girl is currently in a relationship with her very first boyfriend. Little does she know that two years later, she will realize she likes women at least as much as she likes men, and that, four years later, she will disavow any claims to straightness or bisexuality. ;)
At the time our story takes place, which is Early Spring of 1993, our young heroine is completely convinced that she is a "normal" girl who is dating a boy. She's sort of been dating him since September of 1992, but their relationship escalated when he kissed her for the first time (after trying, persistently, for a half an hour), at 11:30pm on Saturday, January 30th, at a friend's Sweet 16 bash, only a couple hours after her mother and godfather had barged in, crashing the party for at least a good twenty minutes. She was not quite over this horrendous embarassment when her boyfriend tried to kiss her, but when he finally succeeded in giving her her very first kiss, she reacted like all teenage girls do. She dragged her best friends to the bathroom and proceeded to shriek at pitches completely beyond the range of human ears. Nearby dogs may have writhed in agony, but our heroine didn't care.
I apologize for the digression, but it's important that one understands that our young heroine is completely thrilled to finally have a boyfriend. You see, she went to a very small all-girls school. The concept of boys was intriguing to her. So when she finally got a boyfriend, who was extremely sweet and attentive and kind, she was psyched.
Now, it so happened that the boyfriend went to an all-boys school. What better way for our heroine's friends to meet boys but through her and her boyfriend?
The boyfriend, kind soul that he was, would often wait outside his girlfriend's school in the afternoons. He'd wait for her to finish class and then he'd walk her home.
Of course, because he was dating a woman, he would have to wait. Sometimes, he waited a long time, particularly if she didn't realize he was, in fact, out there on the steps, waiting for her. You see, he would surprise her, now and again, though she often had an idea of which day he would come to walk her home. It is possibly due to this ritual waiting that the boyfriend eventually started coming to the school with friends, who would then visit with their girlfriends or their female friends (AKA, soon to be girlfriends).
After a couple of months, it was rarely just the boyfriend waiting for our young heroine, it was the boyfriend, his best friend, another friend and another acquaintance, all hanging out and waiting to see four specific girls.
The gaggle of boys did not go unnoticed by either the faculty, their classmates or, horror of horrors, the Grade 11 girls.
Now, every year at this all-girls school held a mock award ceremony. Typical awards included "Girl with the Hairiest Legs" and other such treasured titles. The Grade 11s would be in charge of this ceremony, called "The Beaver Awards". (Alas, the difficulty of having the beaver be the mascot for an all-girls school...)
In the late Spring of 1993, that year's Beaver Awards were given out. Four Grade 10 girls, including our young heroine, were singled out and given the title of "Guy Magnet", as the Grade 11s had obviously noticed the boys who stood out there, day after day, waiting for their women. At some point, they had asked the boys for whom they were waiting, and decided that these girls were worthy of humiliation in the form of being dubbed "Guy Magnets", due to the constant presence of these boys outside the school.
And that, children, is how our young heroine, who grew up to be gayer than the day is long, managed to be mistaken for a Guy Magnet, along with three of her friends, in front of 350 of her peers.
The End
(although![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
llnaughty, being The Boyfriend in question, should feel free to add anything if I managed to revise history in there.)
So I decided to tell you all a story.
Picture it.
At the time our story takes place, which is Early Spring of 1993, our young heroine is completely convinced that she is a "normal" girl who is dating a boy. She's sort of been dating him since September of 1992, but their relationship escalated when he kissed her for the first time (after trying, persistently, for a half an hour), at 11:30pm on Saturday, January 30th, at a friend's Sweet 16 bash, only a couple hours after her mother and godfather had barged in, crashing the party for at least a good twenty minutes. She was not quite over this horrendous embarassment when her boyfriend tried to kiss her, but when he finally succeeded in giving her her very first kiss, she reacted like all teenage girls do. She dragged her best friends to the bathroom and proceeded to shriek at pitches completely beyond the range of human ears. Nearby dogs may have writhed in agony, but our heroine didn't care.
I apologize for the digression, but it's important that one understands that our young heroine is completely thrilled to finally have a boyfriend. You see, she went to a very small all-girls school. The concept of boys was intriguing to her. So when she finally got a boyfriend, who was extremely sweet and attentive and kind, she was psyched.
Now, it so happened that the boyfriend went to an all-boys school. What better way for our heroine's friends to meet boys but through her and her boyfriend?
The boyfriend, kind soul that he was, would often wait outside his girlfriend's school in the afternoons. He'd wait for her to finish class and then he'd walk her home.
Of course, because he was dating a woman, he would have to wait. Sometimes, he waited a long time, particularly if she didn't realize he was, in fact, out there on the steps, waiting for her. You see, he would surprise her, now and again, though she often had an idea of which day he would come to walk her home. It is possibly due to this ritual waiting that the boyfriend eventually started coming to the school with friends, who would then visit with their girlfriends or their female friends (AKA, soon to be girlfriends).
After a couple of months, it was rarely just the boyfriend waiting for our young heroine, it was the boyfriend, his best friend, another friend and another acquaintance, all hanging out and waiting to see four specific girls.
The gaggle of boys did not go unnoticed by either the faculty, their classmates or, horror of horrors, the Grade 11 girls.
Now, every year at this all-girls school held a mock award ceremony. Typical awards included "Girl with the Hairiest Legs" and other such treasured titles. The Grade 11s would be in charge of this ceremony, called "The Beaver Awards". (Alas, the difficulty of having the beaver be the mascot for an all-girls school...)
In the late Spring of 1993, that year's Beaver Awards were given out. Four Grade 10 girls, including our young heroine, were singled out and given the title of "Guy Magnet", as the Grade 11s had obviously noticed the boys who stood out there, day after day, waiting for their women. At some point, they had asked the boys for whom they were waiting, and decided that these girls were worthy of humiliation in the form of being dubbed "Guy Magnets", due to the constant presence of these boys outside the school.
And that, children, is how our young heroine, who grew up to be gayer than the day is long, managed to be mistaken for a Guy Magnet, along with three of her friends, in front of 350 of her peers.
The End
(although
llnaughty, being The Boyfriend in question, should feel free to add anything if I managed to revise history in there.)
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Date: 2005-06-02 05:31 am (UTC)That's ok...at ALMOST the exact same time, I was labelled "psycho magnet" for my string of VERY clingy girlfriends, all of college age. Then, one female friend (who oddly enough, came out a few years later) noticed that all the "psychos" originated from the same dorm. I was, from that day forth, banned by her from ever entering Centennial Hall again.
You know what? I did stop...and the psychos stopped also.:)
So we have all had odd "magnet" names;)
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Date: 2005-06-02 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-02 09:02 am (UTC)Why do I feel like
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Date: 2005-06-02 02:53 pm (UTC)because your bias;)
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Date: 2005-06-02 09:03 am (UTC)(I can't say any of that with a straight face, I should add.)
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