We spent a few minutes reading them all, while I contemplated never showing my face in Phoenicia again.
Yes, that's me (in glasses!) being reflected alongside John, sans his hoodie.
Mistaken Identities
I really need to wear my glasses more often. While I was coming out of the Phoenicia Pharmacy, I saw my boyfriend, John, in his familiar gray hoodie reading the menu of Sweet Sue's with his back to me. I went in for the tush squeeze (really, who could resist?) only to startle a man who was distinctly NOT John. Same gray hoodie, same body type, but once he turned around, clearly Asian...and clearly shocked. Mortified, I saw John way down the block, standing behind what I thought was my Honda Element. Again, another mistaken identity. I have a few bumper stickers on my car, but not this degree of sticker shock!
We spent a few minutes reading them all, while I contemplated never showing my face in Phoenicia again.
Yes, that's me (in glasses!) being reflected alongside John, sans his hoodie.
We spent a few minutes reading them all, while I contemplated never showing my face in Phoenicia again.
Yes, that's me (in glasses!) being reflected alongside John, sans his hoodie.
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Beth, just baptize yourself in the Esopus and you'll be fine. Something tells me that a guy would not so easily get away with a "tush squeeze," mistaken identity or not. - Jon A.
ReplyDeleteOh, please--you gave that guy a GREAT story to tell his friends!
ReplyDeletePS I woulda given you a dollar to put a piece of raw meat on that hippie's car. Five, even.
ReplyDeleteWhose butt did you squeeze, Jon? Did you end up in the Esopus? Actually, I've gotta stop this - it happens a lot. I mistakenly grope a guy in public, thinking he's John, and all sorts of apologies and blushes ensue.
ReplyDeleteLaura - LMAO! But I couldn't. It must be one of those idealistic college kids. My pinto looked like that back in the 70s.