The mouth moves faster than the mind
I was 15... at a summer camp for people that had it rough in school and home. The kind of place where you got lots of hugs and 'you're so great's because we never got that for the other 50 weeks of the year.

Her name was Stephanie and she had a huge crush on one of the counselors- Ted. He was a fox... and she was bit of a troll (with a heart of gold...it was that sort of place).

Final night there was Awards Night. I'd scooped up a couple due to my precocious Dowager's hump and keen attitude.

Ted's turn to give awards... and he gave one to Stephanie. She did her best to control her emotions as she went to accept the award of swell-est fat girl or something.... and when she finally had the chance to get a hug from her paramour

I- for some twisted reason- shouted out "You should've grabbed him while you had him!"

The place erupted.

People were dying to get back to our usual routine of laughing at (not with) each other. It was a real release.

To me... just silence.
I knew what I'd done.

She came back to the seat with a white(r) face. Horrified.
She asked me- her nice. understanding, bloated teenage friend- if anyone had heard what was shouted.

I apologized. And then realized that she'd had no idea that it was me.



I think she fucked three dozen dudes by the time I'd finally properly been kissed.. so maybe she was the victor in the end.

Twenty years later I still feel like the biggest douche in New England.
( salamander, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 4:20, Reply)