I'll never quite understand the inner workings of Hampton Beach. Sure, there was a time where I enjoyed going up there and driving around in circles for hours hoping to be one of the coolest kids on the block. But now, all I can see is the hundreds of teeny boppers wearing shorts that are way too short, shirts that are way too tight and supremely inappropriate shoes (INCLUDING, Crocs. I fucking hate those pieces of shit shoes). I can't imagine ever looking like that.
As I was there Saturday night with my mother, her friend and her coworker I found myself in a plethora of meatheadedness. I felt like every time I turned around, there was some guy with spiked hair in too-tight jeans and a polo (popped up collar) shirt looking at me. I'm not sure if it's because they thought I was attractive or simply because I just looked out of place -- I'm willing to bet the latter. But NOTHING was as ridiculous as the guy I happened to sit next to at the Lewis Black show. It was this 20s something guy that looked as if he was almost a full-blown sword kid. At first, he made just random small talk which I happily returned -- because you have to sit so damn close to people, that I don't like pissing off my neighbors. And after a few drinks I didn't mind his rambling so much...but there was 1 comment that just literally made me laugh outloud.
"Are you like, a Bettie Page look-a-like?"
What gave it away? My long black hair? My red lipstick I was wearing? The whip I happened to have in my purse? Wait...no, that didn't happen. In a way, I am obviously flattered. But it just makes me laugh that this guy just randomly said that. Even my mom was like "Ummm. What?" And don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have a better look to me now as opposed to middle/high school/post high school where I happened to go through numerous trends (all of which were bad) and numerous hair colors (all of which were HIDEOUS).
I guess this post just stems back to the whole "Guys are up my butt when I don't want them to be" post. I will state yet once again (adding a key adjective by Maims): "I already have a boyfriend -- an abusive one at that. And his name is Roller Derby."
P.S. - Fall is here basically, and that means APPLE PICKINZ at Collidahs -- watch out Lunenberg folk, the Pissahs are coming!
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