Story Sent in by Kaitlin:

Trey was one of my younger brother's friends who had the hots for me for a while. When we ended up on a date, he said all kinds of things like, "I can't believe we're finally together." A lot of his words were kind of forward like that.

We took a walk through an air conditioned mall (it was close to 100° outside) and when we were on an escalator, he said, "We have lots of catching up to do. Your place or mine?"

"That's a little fast for me," I told him.

"Oh?" he asked, "Is this a little fast?" and then he tried to pull my pants down, right there on the escalator in the middle of the mall. Luckily, I had a well-tied belt and my pants didn't budge.

Trey, however, budged quite a bit when I shoved him away from me. He nearly lost his balance but didn't fall over. He went mad and yelled, "You trying to kill me? We're on an escalator! Are you insane?" Yeah. Like it was my fault that I had to defend myself from this creep.

Amazingly, although I had tried to "kill" him, he stuck around with me all the way to the food court. I told him to look around for a place that looked good to him while I went to the bathroom. But instead of going to the bathroom, I left the mall instead. Never heard again from him, but I told my brother everything, and as far as I can tell, my brother hasn't hung out with him since.


  1. What is wrong with people.

  2. Smart girl. Making out with boys leads to instant chainsawing via Chunky Horse.

  3. Who says "Has the hots" these days?

  4. I don't think the phrase is that antiquated. Plus it always makes me think of red hots candy that now give me bubble guts because I'm old.

    I do love that a lot of guys think "catching up" means having sex. 'Cause, you know, that's how information is relayed - through our genitals.

  5. @DevilYouKnow - Gives the term "information sponge" a whole new meaning.


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