we used to do this thing, my friend justin and i. we would assign girls numbers. not rankings mind you, this was middle school after all, boys don't get all objectifying until high school. anyway, we would talk about girls in numbers. like, 111, 1910 or the most famous, 132. 132 was the start of the whole thing. because we didn't want other people to know which girls we were talking about we assigned girls code numbers based on a simple system. take the first letter of their first name, give them the relevant alphabetical number (13). do the same thing with the last name (2). thus we end up with 132 as MB, or, melissa bruce. from here we were free to talk about "132" as much as we wanted, without blowing our cover. the thing we realized soon after is that nobody really cared what we were talking about because we were dorks. whether we were dorks before or after this whole numbering system is up for debate but what's the use of a secret girl code when nobody is eavesdropping anyway? ah, middle school, the memories.



and what does it feel like for a girl to be wearing clothes that are skin tight? it must be very strange. to have clothing that hugs every curve and every part of the body. jeans that have to slip on perfectly, shirts that klingon. most guys don't really know this feeling. we have to wear baggy shit. how restricting and odd it must be to have to wear clothes that stretch taut over the skin. and how about when girls have to wear clothes that bare lots of skin? damn. how weird is that feeling? guys generally show just a little bit of skin and the rest is buttoned up. but girls with their spaghetti tops and daisy dukes have to bare it all. what a breezy feeling. i am in no way complaining about either of these phenomenon but it's so weird.