Bush Gardens, Page 9

A commentor at gURL.com asked why Rachel didn’t wear the bikini top. I think she was just wallowing. I would have worn the bikini top with the shorts. But I guess I really wanted to use that “Slippery When Wet” shirt somewhere.

Damn that man is creepy. I think this guy represents all my fears of Creepy Old White Men. I had a phobia of old, pudgy white guys growing up because one got too “friendly” with me once when I was like 12 (of course, I looked 16, but that’s no excuse for being a creep). It was nothing scarring, just weird hugging and shoulder massages and things, but I didn’t like how he was touching me more and more. So I told my mom. I was so scared that I had done something wrong, I almost couldn’t talk about it. But she told me I was right to be upset, and that it was my body and if I didn’t want someone touching it, I should tell them to keep off the grass.

So I told him never to touch me again. And he stayed far far away. Which is good, but also sad because before he started acting that way, I considered him a fishing friend. I’ve never really expected much from males after that. I always suspected ulterior motives. No matter how much I wanted to believe someone was just being nice, it usually turned out they weren’t, they were just being “nice guys” or wanted something in return. So eventually I started assuming that guys always wanted something from me, and my relationships started making more sense. Maybe it’s vain to think that way, but I found from experience that it was foolhardy to believe the best of men. That probably explains why I portray them as such jerks.

Sad how one negative experience can impact your outlook so much.