The Uber-Impromptu Girlfriend
My first long-term girlfriend was also my wildest. She embraced all sorts of unpredictable, impromptu moments of fun. It was charming, though, not tiresome at all, because she didn't like to be spontaneous just for the sake of spontaneity alone. She wasn't an adrenaline junkie or anything like that. She'd just get an urge and go with it, natural as could be, enjoying the moment.

That being said, she was really into exhibitionism. This meant she would constantly come up with little competitions between us, so that one of us, as the loser, would have to expose something of ourselves in public view. As often as not, the game took the form of simple chance. "The next car that comes to the stop sign... if it's four-door, I win... if it's two-door, you win." Or, "Let's flip a coin, and the loser has to moon the winner."

Since we were young teenagers at the time, fear of embarassment wasn't nearly as powerful as fear of rejection -- not when I was head-over-heels with a girl for the first time in my life. So I went along with it. And here I should note that I am most definitely NOT an exhibitionist by nature. Nor am I much of a paragon of spontaneity. But I did it, nonetheless. I mooned my girlfriend in the middle of the mall. I dropped trou in line at the movies. I took off my shirt in a restaurant and had to be threatened by the manager if I didn't redress promptly.

But, of course, my girlfriend had a lot more fun with it than me. Somehow, despite all the vagaries of chance, she managed to lose a lot more than I ever did. We got kicked out of a lot of places as a result, or else we ran before they caught us. Flashing tits in a grocery store might be the loser's share of the game, but arrest surely wasn't, you know?!
(tookishlad, Thu 1 Apr 2004, 8:38, Reply)