Tragic Attempts at Being Cool
You say 'I'm cool, I'm no fool' but then you wind up dropping out of high school'. It was Melle Mel who said that, I swear down. THE Melle Mel, that's right.
This week's question is all about your tragic attempts to be cool (pictures welcome), or perhaps times when you've witnessed another's misguided attempt to be a hep-cat daddio. Share the shame, it might make you feel better.
( , Fri 6 Nov 2015, 10:50)
You say 'I'm cool, I'm no fool' but then you wind up dropping out of high school'. It was Melle Mel who said that, I swear down. THE Melle Mel, that's right.
This week's question is all about your tragic attempts to be cool (pictures welcome), or perhaps times when you've witnessed another's misguided attempt to be a hep-cat daddio. Share the shame, it might make you feel better.
( , Fri 6 Nov 2015, 10:50)
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Halloween party
When I was a teenager I was extremely shy, which made any dealings with girls extremely difficult. I used to go to a men's hairdressers to get my haircut, where one of the hairdressers was a pretty young girl. On one occasion when I was about 15, in October, I was called to her chair.
I sat in the chair in petrified silence while she cut my hair, her body occasionally brushing against me. At one point she asked "Are you having a party?".
I decided that now was the time for me to get over my embarassment and to be cool. So I replied, "Yes I'm having a Halloween party, you can come if you want." I waited hopefully for her reply, already imagining my mates being impressed when this angel turned up at my party.
"No no, are you having a parting?", she said, more loudly.
"Oh yes, on the left, please," I stuttered before descending into even more petrified silence. I left the hairdressers with a lovely parting on the left, and never went back there again.
( , Fri 6 Nov 2015, 12:34, 1 reply)
When I was a teenager I was extremely shy, which made any dealings with girls extremely difficult. I used to go to a men's hairdressers to get my haircut, where one of the hairdressers was a pretty young girl. On one occasion when I was about 15, in October, I was called to her chair.
I sat in the chair in petrified silence while she cut my hair, her body occasionally brushing against me. At one point she asked "Are you having a party?".
I decided that now was the time for me to get over my embarassment and to be cool. So I replied, "Yes I'm having a Halloween party, you can come if you want." I waited hopefully for her reply, already imagining my mates being impressed when this angel turned up at my party.
"No no, are you having a parting?", she said, more loudly.
"Oh yes, on the left, please," I stuttered before descending into even more petrified silence. I left the hairdressers with a lovely parting on the left, and never went back there again.
( , Fri 6 Nov 2015, 12:34, 1 reply)
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