Just recently, I met one of the rudest Frenchman ever throughout my years at the university--where there are a lot of foreign students. It was during my chemistry lab where I was waiting for my turn to use the nitrogen gases to dry my solvent. We only had four nitrogen gas tubings available and on top of that, it takes each student an average of at least forty-five minutes to completely dry their solvent. So you can imagine it was an extremely long wait.
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I was in San Diego last weekend--a near-perfect weekend that I spent with my family. I said "near-perfect" because it would've been great...had my family members not argue over political issues. One of my favorite uncles is a Republican, but don't be too surprised since the majority of my family is totally Republican. The only Democrats there were my parents, but more notably my dad, who's a strong Democrat. So my dad and uncle went at it for hours. Was I happy about this? Hell no.

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Ulfred--an honest, trustworthy guy? Ha, I should reconsider that. Ever since last quarter, he's been turning in all of his assignments late without getting points deducted so he can copy off our work after we get it back graded, he continuously got his midterms postponed so that he can ask us what was on the tests, and he did the exact same thing for the final. I asked him why he did all that but he simply told me that he wasn't  "ready", so the professor agreed to let him postpone. Yeah, stupid professor, I thought.

Yesterday, we had a midterm. And as usual, Ulfred wasn't there. When I turned in my midterm, I went to the computer lab to see him playing on the computer. I didn't bother asking him why he didn't take the midterm because I already knew what his response was going to be: "I wasn't ready." When class was about to start, I turned and jokingly asked him if he was actually coming to class on time today. He usually never comes to class on time. He laughed and said, "Actually, yeah, I will."

When we got there, I noticed that he and the professor was speaking together in low tones...once again. When they were done, as he walked to his seat, I jokingly said if it wasn't a surprise to have him come to class on time today. He laughed, but didn't say anything. The professor, on the other hand, frowned at me with disapproval and told me to lay off on him because he was having a bad day, that's why he couldn't take the midterm today. When he turned his back to me, I just stared at him. Bad day...?

Towards the end of class, I went up to Ulfred and apologized for my joke earlier and I explained to him that I wasn't aware he was having trouble. Ulfred only stared at me as if not knowing what the hell I was talking about. I then told him how the professor had reprimanded me for what I said. He seemed to be at a loss for words. But after a while, he told me that it wasn't a big deal. I insisted on apologizing anyway for whatever it was that he was going through.

But honestly, I don't think he needed to be apologized to. I've had him in the same class with the same professor since last quarter and I know that each time something is due or a test is scheduled, he's always coming up with "bad day" excuses. From my experience, his excuses have ranged from car accidents to swollen ankles to robbery...just anything. But it seems like too much of a coincidence that bad things always happen to him during test days, isn't it? And that his day seems absolutely fine during the regular days with no tests?

Hey, I know I'm only a student with an IQ probably not as high as my professor's...which is why I can safely reason that IQ doesn't always go with common sense. Seriously, what other bullshit sob stories is Ulfred feeding the professor that make him feel so much for the dude? Either the professor is simply stupid or is having a love affair of some sort with Ulfred to be favoring the guy so much.

I finally went out yesterday while the sun was still visible! Yay! Before anyone thinks I have issues, let me tell you this...it's been raining more than normal here and unfortunately, it always rains during the days I have to go out. Let me repeat that, have to go out. But during the days when it's actually nice and sunny with a clear blue sky, I have to stay in because of all my homework. These days so sadly always are on the weekends. Sad, isn't it? So yesterday, I finally said, "To hell with homework" and actually went out even though I had work to do. You can't blame me after I've been stuck inside for so long. I decided to go shopping again. Well, I actually meant to window shop but I couldn't help spending money anyway. Here was what I bought:

We ordered a book for our collection of state quarters a couple of weeks ago and today it finally arrived! I know this sounds silly but I actually did have fun placing the quarters into each socket. It was really cute. It did take me a while to sort through our huge collection of quarters, but I managed to pull out all fifty states, including Washington, D.C. To my surprise though, the book also included American territories like Guam, the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, etc...whose quarters we don't have. According to the book though, these quarters were just issued last year, so that's probably the reason why we don't have them yet. Nevertheless, we now have all fifty states plus Washington, D.C. so I'm proud of our collection!



And oh, the book didn't come with the flag. The flag is simply there for photography sake. It's also there to distract you from my crappy skills at photography as well :)

So...I talked to a friend last night and she was telling me about how they (meaning our local government) were planning to built a nuclear power plant right in our town. A nuclear power plant! I was pissed. She and her friend began telling me that they were planning on building it next to an elementary school. On hearing this, I decided to look up the net on whether they were really going to do this. It turns out, to my huge relief, they weren't. They were just going to built a gas thermal power plant in a remote area of the town, so it should be far from the elementary school. But even if it was near the school, these things aren't as dangerous as nuclear power plants. Besides, I also found out it was illegal to built new nuclear power plants in huge metropolitan areas so hopefully, they won't be doing it near where I live anytime soon.

I saw my new friend again on Wednesday at lunch. It's like she waits for the exact moment for me to sit down to eat each time before she comes strolling in cheerfully, saying hi to me, and sitting down across from me. I don't mind at all though. She really is nice company to have, especially when I have hours to kill before my next class.

As for today, Gavin kept me company most of the time, as usual, but so did Ulfred...and surprisingly so did Samantha. I said surprisingly because she's normally the quiet type who doesn't often associate herself with the other students. Only with other students though. She has no problem interacting with the professors. Nevertheless, she really is a friendly person, at least to me. Ever since Ana left O Chem, Gavin had been my main company for the majority of the time. But...sometimes, I have longed for more female companions during my time in college. Ever since I've graduated from high school, about 85% of the new friends I made in school are male. Gavin and Ulfred are just a couple of my massive list of new guy friends I've made in college. I find this to be highly unusual considering the fact that all universities in the U.S. have a greater ratio of females to males. Yet, it seems like I click it with the guys better than the girls. Why? I honestly have no clue. I often blame myself for the lack of female companionship, thinking that I don't open much to them. I notice some girls who can find new girl friends super easily and I had tried observing how they do that. Most of them seem to just easily talk about themselves and their personal life to complete strangers and then, voila, they made a new friend. I can't do that. I'm quite the extrovert when it comes to my best friends--the friends I've had for years--but I'm very much an introvert when it comes to strangers. I don't feel comfortable just talking about myself with ease to total strangers like the more popular girls do. But with the guys, we can just talk about any random ol' thing, make fun of it, discuss it, sometimes jokingly, sometimes seriously, criticize it, and make fun of it some more. I feel more relaxed and freer to be myself around guys since they don't seem to get bored with me as easily as most girls do. Maybe that could be it? Maybe I'm just simply way too boring for other girls since I'm such an introvert about myself? Can't really think of any other reasons. I'm no tomboy. I'm quite girly actually. Yet, funny thing is that most of my best friends are girls. Yes, the ones I've known for years. While most of my just simply good friends are guys. Unfortunately, I don't have any of my best friends in any of my classes. One of them don't even go to this school. So you can see why I would long for female companionship. Gay guys would do great too. Don't get me wrong, normal guys are great as friends but there's only so much you can talk to them about. At some point in your friendship, you would want to talk about other things that normal guys can't relate to. That's when a girl or a gay guy friend should come into play (I do have gay guy friends, by the way. Sadly though, they have way different schedules than mine, so it's hard to meet up).

Oh crap, I'm starting to ramble again. Back on topic. So yeah, I see a lot of myself in Samantha. She seems to be like me in the sense that she doesn't open up to others so easily, it takes her a while to really see you as a friend, and while she's absolutely not shy, she prefers to not converse with her classmates but loves conversing with the professors. All three of those characteristics, I have too. Maybe that's why she's one of the few girls that I can actually befriend. In any case, both Samantha and the new girl at my lunch break are quite a relief from the usual gang of guys that I'm normally surrounded by.

Anyways, so last Tuesday, I was in class busy with my experiment, until I became totally confused about a direction in the handout. As usual, I decided to ask my professor about it. Okay, so here's the deal. My professor and I have had long conversations about a lot of random things. Not to mention, we have shared jokes, since he really is an approachable and funny guy. Intellectual, scholarly, but kind with a good sense of humor. Sometimes I feel like he's just as good a friend as Gavin. I...can't honestly say that he feels the same way about me. I can safely say that he seems to treat me like a friend though. I often stay behind to talk to him after class. And not so coincidentally, the only person I know who does the same is Samantha. She and I are often the last to leave his class, sometimes Gavin too but that's because he's always waiting for me.

So I approached him to ask about the direction. I held the handout in front of me and began reading it out loud to him. Suddenly, he stepped behind me and leaned his entire body extremely close against me, so close to the point that I could feel the warmth of his body against mine and his breath against my neck. I was taken by complete surprise. I continued reading, pretending to not have noticed, but my mind was racing; I wasn't sure what to make of what he was doing. Of course, he could simply be stepping behind me just to read the handout over my shoulder. But was that even necessary? Especially with the way he was leaning against me? Maybe he really did see me as a friend and thought it wasn't a big deal?

After he clarified the direction to me, I went back to sit down. Then I remembered; the only person I ever saw him leaning so close against from behind (like he did with me) to was Samantha. She was the only other person I saw him doing the exact same thing to. No other student. Just her. And Samantha, like me, saw him as a friend, so she continuously converses with him. I figured it was a strong possibility that he saw both of us as his friends so he felt comfortable doing that, as I would feel comfortable walking arm in arm with my best friend or draping my arm on her shoulders. Yet, I couldn't help but slightly feel that there was something flirty in what he did to me...and what he did to Samantha.

Surprisingly, I wasn't so bothered by what he did. Instead, I was bothered by what kind of messages Samantha and I were sending him. If what he did was intentionally flirtatious, then it would've been completely my fault. I didn't realize this until a friend pointed some things out. And I think it's best not to explain why I feel I'm at fault as I think I would appear in a less than flattering light if I do. For now, I would rather safely believe the physical touch was nothing more than friendly gesture.

I'm not so sure about how upset my dad is at me right now. I borrowed his car yesterday and totally scratched his tires while parallel parking. It appears that I have parked so close to the curb that the wheels were rubbed against the concrete really badly. Oops. He kept mentioning it all day yesterday but not really in an "I'm-Going-To-Kill-You-For-That" way, more like, "Oh-You-Can't-Park-You-Suck" way. I did apologize several times but he still brings it up.

That was yesterday. This morning had a moderate climate, being not too warm but not too cold either. So I wore a black shirt, denim shirts, black tights and boots. I brought a denim jacket along in case it gets colder. I was wrong. On the contrary, it got warmer. So the boots and tights was an instant mistake. Anyways, today was the first time I saw my young professor taking off his suit jacket and rolling his sleeves all the way up to his biceps. Damn he was hot. I know he had a nice face but I didn't know he worked out also. A glimpse of his well formed, athletic body sort of distracted me from his lecture a little but I did manage to pull my attention back to what he was saying...eventually.

After class, I went to my usual place where I have my lunch break. A classmate, whom I've never conversed with before, came in and started talking to me, asking me whether I was caught up with all the studying, whether I wanted to join her study group, and whether I've taken a similar class before. She was a very talkative person but I think because of that, I grew to like her. She was extremely friendly and was quite also an open book. She almost told me everything about her life and seeing how comfortable I was with her, I began opening up too, something I normally never do with people I just meet. We talked for quite a while, probably around 30-40 minutes until I finished my lunch. I was very reluctant to leave her but I figured I was going to see her again in class later that afternoon anyway. Besides, I had to do some research and that was the only time I could do it. So we said our good-byes and I left for the library.

On my way to the library, I noticed a guy walking in the same direction I was walking with the addition of the fact that he was walking right next to me. I paid no attention to him on my way there. But just as I was about to reach the library, the guy suddenly sped up, dropped his backpack on the ground, turned around to face me, and stopped me. He had a big grin on his face as he began asking me all sorts of questions about my feelings towards animals and the environment. Right off the bat, I knew this guy was either an environmentalist or an animal rights activist (they're actually quite common on university campuses), judging from the pictures on his binder, which depicted all things green and living. I truthfully told him that I loved animals and I fully believed in protecting the environment (what can I say...I'm a typical left-winged San Franciscan). He held an even bigger grin on his face as he high-fived me and said "excellent!" Turns out I am right about him being an environmentalist/animal rights activist. He began telling me about his company's efforts to protect the environment, to fight against global warming/climate change, and how they have successfully sued corporations that polluted our environment. He told me that they were stationed across the world, in all continents, and how it was their goal to create an earth-friendlier biosphere, free of as many pollutants as possible.

Everything sounded great and I certainly did approve of all that he said his company was doing (I also noticed he had a deep set of very nice aquatic blue eyes, which did mesmerize me a bit). Plus, he was very friendly, so even though I was in a hurry to get to the library, I didn't want to blow him off even if he was talking about a topic that I had less interest in than preventing climate change. After he talked for what seemed like ten minutes, he began asking me for support on the issue. Of course, I was willing to help but I asked him how I was supposed to help. That was where the issue of money came up. Of course, if he was asking for only donation, I would've gladly given it to him then. But instead, he was asking for a minimum of $50 a month. $50 a month. Now if I had made much more money and I wasn't struggling to support myself in school, living my life with a secured and stabled job that's more than decently paid, that amount might not be too bad, since I do deeply care about the issue. But with my living off of microwavable foods and $1 big macs, nah. I explained to him that I couldn't afford that, yet, he insisted that I signed up. Growing exasperated with his constant insistence after a while but still noting that he's too nice of a person to simply say fuck off to, I quickly remembered my reason for going to the library and honestly told him that I was in a hurry so, not so truthfully, I'll be back to see him later and "perhaps" sign up. He finally let me go and I went into the library relieved.

Upon reflection, I doubt that he's a scam artist. I later saw so many of his peers doing the same thing on campus, asking students to donate $50 a month to the issue. But they certainly didn't look like the type to lie for money. They really did seem very devoted to the issue. But then again, there's a possibility that I'm a little biased since I'm something of an environmentalist myself and also, I have the tendency to think good of most people. But still, assuming that the guy really is a true environmentalist looking for support for his company, there was no way I can afford that monthly donation. If he's going to wait for me, then he really should wait 20 years from now when I finally have a great job, if I ever get a great job.

I quickly went into the library and did my research there. When it was almost time for class, I thought of ways to sneak past the guy without him noticing, or maybe go a different route. So I proceeded out of the library with caution, looking around to see if he was still there. There was no sight of him. I decided to go back the same route. Within 30 seconds, I saw him. Our eyes accidentally met--well, accidentally on my part--but I quickly gazed away, pretending to not have noticed him as I quickly power walked. Or run. I hope it didn't look like I was running. Once again, I cursed my boots for making loud clacks. He wouldn't have noticed me in the crowd of people if it weren't for my boots' clacking on the ground as I walked.

After a few minutes, I finally made it to class, relieved that he didn't come after me or anything like that. To my utter astonishment, the class was canceled for today, which meant I wasn't going to see my new friend I just met at lunch. I should've stayed behind and talked to her longer. I wouldn't have run into the devoted environmentalist and I would still have plenty of time for research. I decided to go back to the library but this time, I took a different route, being careful to avoid the guy. I managed to successfully. Damn professor. He should've e-mailed beforehand if he was going to cancel class.

I. Music (BOLD THE ONES YOU LISTEN TO)

Acceptance. Coldplay. Dave Matthews Band. David Bowie. Foo Fighters. Hellogoodbye. The Killers. James Blunt. Teddy Geiger. Linkin Park. Muse. Ok Go. Panic! At The Disco. Peter Bjorn. The Postal Service. Timbaland. Jack Johnson. Norah Jones. The Fray. The Wreckers. Keith Urban. Michael Buble. Beyonce. Metallica. Massive Attack. Queen. Journey. The Cars. Supertramp. Tracy Chapman. Eurythmics. Sublime. The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Wu-tang Clan. Fergie. Sarah McLachlan. John Mayer. Jason Mraz. Justin Timberlake. Michael Jackson. Howie Day. Kenny Chesney. Carrie Underwood. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Neil Young. The Beatles. Brad Paisley. Tim McGraw. Keith Anderson. Taylor Swift. Blake Shelton. P. Diddy. Jay Z. Lil’ Wayne. Lil’ John. Three 6 Mafia. Nelly. Young Joc. T.I. Sean Paul. 50 Cent. Eiffel 65. Ace of Base. The Underdog Project. Dream Theater. Santana. Alicia Keys. Incubus. Victor Wooten. Ludacris. Gorillaz. Matchbox 20. Paramore. Taking Back Sunday. Eric Clapton. The Darkness. Weezer. The Eagles. Jimi Hendrix. Nirvana. Smashing Pumpkins. Theory of a Deadman. Tenacious D. Third Eye Blind. Metro Station. Motion City Soundtrack. The Rocket Summer. Something Corporate. Maroon 5. Billy Joel. Reel Big Fish. Anberlin. Mae. Jurassic 5. AC/DC. Hootie and the Blowfish. Electric Six. Outkast. R.E.M. The White Stripes.

II. Movies (BOLD THE ONES YOU’VE SEEN)

Pride and Prejudice. Glory Road. The Princess Bride. Goonies. Center Stage. Ocean’s Eleven. Seven. Newsies. 300. Robin Hood Men In Tights. Love Actually. Garden State. Donnie Darko. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. My Best Friend’s Wedding. Anchorman. Drop Dead Gorgeous. Wedding Crashers. Elf. Zoolander. Austin Powers. Clueless. Mean Girls. Hairspray. Moulin Rouge. Fight Club. Rocky. Pulp Fiction. What A Girl Wants. Kill Bill. Thank You For Smoking. Little Miss Sunshine. Requiem for a Dream. The Departed. Dawn of the Dead. Memento. Office Space. Snakes on a Plane. Boondock Saints. Say Anything. The Silence of the Lambs. Saving Private Ryan. Superbad. The Prestige. Just Friends. The Devil Wears Prada. Under the Tuscan Sun. Titanic. Steel Magnolias. Saw. Ace Ventura. She’s the Man. Because I Said So. Catch and Release. Music and Lyrics. Spanglish. Stick It. Step Up. The Fast and the Furious. Joyride. Halloween. The Italian Job. Crash. Must Love Dogs. The Last Kiss. Chicago. Harry Potter. Rush Hour. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Clerks. Shooter. The Bourne Identity. Meet the Parents. Dirty Dancing. A Christmas Story. Rudy. National Treasure. Sleepless in Seattle. Miss Congeniality. The Science of Sleep. The Matrix. Everything is Illuminated. Good Will Hunting. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Empire Records. Phantom of the Opera. Lord of the Rings.


III. TV (BOLD THE ONES YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN A COUPLE OF TIMES)

ER. Grey’s Anatomy. Saved by the Bell. Man vs. Wild. Scrubs. South Park. America’s Next Top Model. Gossip Girl. Sex and the City. Friends. Dawson’s Creek. The Big Bang Theory. Seinfeld. The Office. Lost. Miami Ink. Made. Arrested Development. That 70’s Show. Family Guy. The Simpsons. Veronica Mars. Project Runway. Bones. Iron Chef. Alias. Pushing Diasies. Gilmore Girls. The Colbert Report. The Daily Show. Mythbusters. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Will and Grace. 24. House. To Catch A Predator. Whistler. Heroes. Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Unsolved Mysteries. 7th Heaven. Everybody Loves Raymond. Private Practice. Boston Legal. Bleach. What I Like About You. Reba. King of Queens. Survivor. The O.C. American Idol. Days of Our Lives. How I Met Your Mother. Boy Meets World. CSI. Law and Order. Numbers. Reno 911. I Love New York. Step by Step. Little People Big World. What Not To Wear. My Wife and Kids. Moonlight. Nip/Tuck. The Biggest Loser. Beauty and the Geek. Battlestar Galactica. Stargate SG1. The Inferno. Scarred. Wild N Out. Real World. Whose Line is it Anyway? Trinity Blood. Dead Like Me. Dragon Ball Z. Futurama. Firefly. Ripley’s Believe it or Not. Medium. Star Trek. X-Files. Cowboy BeBop. Sailor Moon. My Name is Earl. Six Feet Under. Dancing With The Stars. Degrassi. Greek. Glee. Secret Life of the American Teenager. One Tree Hill.

I'm not going to tag anyone. Anyone should feel free to do this.

I dropped by to visit my U.S. History professor today but found out that office is no longer his! I wasn't sure whether he was moved or not so I went to my school's website to find out if he was still working there and it turns out he wasn't. That was saddening to know...he is one of the best professors I ever had and I am sure so many students can vouch for me on this, judging from his ratings on ratemyprofessor.com. Then I remembered a year ago when I joked to him about professors not retiring, therefore, not allowing enough openings for us students to become professors. Oh God, I hope he didn't take it seriously! What if he really retired because of what I said?!?!  I'm feeling horrible now...

It doesn't make my mood much better to find out how difficult it is just to arrange a hang-out session with one of my friends. She said she might meet up with me tomorrow but as far as I'm concerned, she didn't bother to go online and check her messages, stating she's too busy to go online, she doesn't use text messaging anymore because of her financial issues, and she never bothers to pick up her phone when anyone calls! Although, that's mainly because her ringtone volume is set very, very low so she never hears it. Now I'm totally clueless as to what time we're supposed to meet tomorrow because she hasn't answered my question via messaging yet. This is ridiculous.

On the other hand, I've been really into this band. They're not exactly new but I guess compared to my other favorites, they're certainly newer. In any case, I couldn't get this song out of my head for a week but I really don't want it out of my head. It's the only thing that cheered me up this entire week.

I finally received my book in the mail! Just when I thought all hope was lost and I had to buy a new one! Thank God there are miracles! I had read somewhere on the news about a lady who didn't receive a letter from a family member until 40 years after it was mailed to her because it was lost somewhere in the deep ocean depths of the U.S. Post Office. I had figured that was one of the possibilities that probably had happened to my book...either that or the mailman delivered it to the wrong house or some violent robber hijacked the mail truck, killed the deliverer, stole the truck, drove it into a forest while on the run from cops, and slammed it into a 10 ft deep lake so that the light of day will never be shown on my book ever again. Hey, it's a long way from Indiana, where the book was from, to California. It's practically across the country. Anything could've happened on the road.

So anyways, onto another topic. Just today, Jake wanted to go with me to Hawaii this summer since my trip was canceled this spring break. I'm a little reluctant to let him accompany me not because he's bad company but rather, bringing him along recalls the most embarrassing moment of my life. What's worse, we're planning to go to the same beach where the moment took place five years ago. I am hoping against hope that Jake had completely forgotten what happened there five years ago, but somehow, I doubt it. It was worse than my screwing up at the piano concert in front of hundreds of people. It was way worse than the time I accidentally had soda come out of my nose in front of my friends because I was laughing too hard. It's even worse than my tripping and falling flat on my face like a little 2-year-old a couple of months ago. This had went into my own personal Guinness Book of Records of the most deathly humiliating moment of all my lifetime humiliating moments. It didn't last long, only a few seconds, but it was a few seconds of wanting to disappear completely from the world.

Five years ago, Jake and I had decided to hang out at the beach for a while during the time everyone was relaxing and taking a break. Back then, I wore the kind of bikini with the traditional, simple, over-the-shoulders straps, which was the same kind I wore to the beach with Jake that day. He brought a beach ball along. We played in the water all afternoon, splashing each other with as much water as possible, trying to aim at each other's face with the ball--while trying not to get in the way of others who were also having fun. There were a lot of people in the water since it was a warm day. Then all of a sudden, he stopped. I asked him what was wrong with him while continuously splashing huge amounts of water at him. Some of the water got in his eyes, but he quickly blinked it away, and continued to stare at me. Then I noticed other people were staring too, even the little kids. Just then, I felt an unusual breeze on my right breast. I thought that was odd so I looked down...and oh my effing god, my right strap fell off, revealing my entire right breast. Now I know how Tara Reid felt. I wanted to cry, to scream but most of all, I just wanted to disappear completely. I quickly pulled the strap over my shoulder again and hurried out of the water. Normally, in embarrassing moments, I would laugh it off, or pretend to laugh it off, to get it over with. But not that time. That time was horrifying, utterly horrifying. Jake ran after me, explaining to me that it was no big deal but it was a big deal to me. Even though it was just a handful of people, it felt like the whole world saw my tit. I felt like a complete boob (no pun intended).

I avoided the beach the next five remaining days I was there. I spent most of my time shopping until we were ready to go home. I didn't want to show my face there again. Having everyone,. including my guy friend, saw my tit was a direct violation of my lady dignity. I could only take comfort in the fact that I managed to get out of there fast before some smartass yells out about this not being a nude beach, or worse, some old perverted man whistles.

Years later, I did come back to that beach, but not with Jake. And ever since then, I only wore the halter strapped bikini. Yes, they were more fashionable and attractive than the traditional type but I also have more personal reasons for preferring to wear them. I just only have to make sure the straps are tied as tight as possible around my neck, something I double check, triple check, and even quadruple check, thanks to my incident five years ago.