Feb 17, 2014

Women Always Have the Power


      My boyfriend loves to relive his high school years. Whenever he gets together with his former classmates, they always drone on and on about all the 'crazy' things they did back in the day. 'How about when' and 'do you remember how' are monopolizing the conversation most of the time. Then, he usually turns to me all giddy in his seat: "Listen to this now, now comes the best part!" Trust me, I know which part is coming now, I've heard this and all of the other stories roughly 73 times already. And they've lost all the crazy mojo they might had had after the 7 time hearing them. But I nod and smile politely because I can sense his tail wagging and I can see the excited puppy look on his face when he or anyone else is telling the tale and there's really nothing wrong with remembering 'the good old days'.
      I, on the other hand, am nothing like this. I don't feel the need to go over my high school stories and going-ons, no matter how crazy or fun they were. Or my primary school or university stories either (and not just because the former weren't all that crazy and the latter were so crazy that I don't remember them many or in their entirety). That's probably why after almost 8 years together he still hasn't heard all of what it is to be heard. And probably never will. But there are a handful of anecdotes which I did in fact share with him and I'm about to share his favorite one with you too. He actually asked himself a few days ago why I hadn't written about this yet. The truth is that it's completely slipped my mind but thanks to him, my mind has regained balance after the slip.
      When I was in high school, I refused to have a boyfriend. That being said, I didn't refuse to have sex, what resulted in an undisclosed amount of casual sex with an undisclosed amount of sexual partners. I don't remember having many bad experiences, it was all fun and games for all parties involved just as God intended sexual intercourse to be. Probably.
      When I was about 17 years old, something somewhat bad happened which might have been a sign of God intervening and reproaching me for all the fun I was having. Of course that's not how I took it because I rarely shy away from a challenge so I took matters into my own hands and dealt with the situation - instead of becoming more cautious, I grew stronger. So what's the story?
      One evening, I don't even remember how that happened to be honest, I got close to a boy from my high school. I mean really close. Really really REALLY close. Like -12 centimeters/-5 inches close (it was probably a lot more than that, but I'm telling the story so I reserve the right to some artistic shrinkage). After all was said and done (and there was definitely a lot more being done than said) we bid each other adieu and that was it. Or so I thought.
      In a couple of days, that little weasel told a bunch of his friends a bunch of stuff that made him look like a twin turbo Lamborghini Murciélago with 22 inch rims and tinted windows of the sex world. And me? I was made out to be the car that Fred Flintstone drove. I was so pissed. I was absolutely livid. Not because it was true or not, but because that's just something you simply don't do. But soon after, the initial shock had settled down and I started plotting how I could get the bastard back. And I've come up with what I think was a brilliant plan. I got pregnant.
      Well, I didn't actually get pregnant. I just said I did. And since nor Murciélago nor Flintstones-mobil had any condoms on hand that night, my phantom pregnancy was more than believable. All of his friends found out (I personally made sure of that) and for about a week, people were pretty distraught, even me - I had to be, I was playing the part. One day during lunch time, I even burst into tears in front of him and his friends in the canteen. I still don't know where the tears came from - I just started balling tears the size of basketballs, stood up and ran outside. My friend, who was eating lunch with me, ran after me and as soon as she closed the door, we started rolling on the floor laughing. It was priceless. But listen to this now, now comes the best part!
      After a fair amount of time had passed, it was time to let everybody know the truth. But how? In the most cool way possible, duh. That high school of ours was a pretty musical one, there were a lot of hip hop and rock bands (Eminem and Limp Bizkit were huge back then) and it seemed that everyone was writing their own music and lyrics. I know I did. And I knew that Mr. Murciélago did too. So I wrote a song and gave it to him, pretending that I wanted his opinion since I knew he was 'a rhyming genius'. In the lyrics, I explained my pregnancy and how I felt about what he did and I basically put the bitch in his place. It felt great. It felt especially great when his friends later came up to me and told me that I'm good. I don't know about that but I'm definitely no victim, I do know that.
      And since this post wouldn't be complete without the lyrics, below you can read a couple of lines. I'm posting just one quarter of the entire song because it's too long and I really said some inappropriate stuff about his genitals (something about a dick and dog and lick maybe), his performance and his skills as a lyricist (You're supposed to be witty and smart? I know that for you that has to be awfully hard since you have to use all of your brain power just to fart). But I think that the following chunk's enough to get my point across, wouldn't you agree?
     
For Peet's Sake blog red pumps platform heels black blazer
For Peet's Sake blog red pumps platform heels black blazer harem pants
For Peet's Sake blog red pumps platform heels black blazer red lipstick red wine
Pants - eBay, blazer - C&A, necklace - H&M, heels - eBay

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      Peet




25 comments:

  1. Whooohooo, scandalous sexy post. I love this look with your heels and the blazer. Gorgeous!!
    In reply to your comment: yeah sure, you can have my mom for a day if you ship me your dog. Deal? Thought so.

    xoxo
    http://petitemaisonoffashion.blogspot.com/

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    1. Well... Thanks. But you read the words too, right?;)

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  2. Whoa! Love this bit of juicy gossip hehehe. Sorry but I can't help but enjoy this bc that geezer got played and played good - what a plonker those types are. I am so glad you showed him and then he won't be doing that sort of nonsense ever again! You are such a rockstar.

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    1. I always enjoy sticking it to smug people too.:D

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  3. Peet, you're evil! I think we would have been great friends in High School! ;)
    Amazing lyrics, by the way.

    http://naomemandeflores.com/en

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    1. I'm only evil, if you're evil first.:)

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  4. Totally hands down to you, Peet! The lyrics said it all. That blabbermouth totally got what he deserved and I hope he learned the lesson after that. On a different note, those red heels are gorgeous and yes, we should make a pact to go to bed earlier. I just started mine with 12 midnight from 1 am, ;)

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    1. I'm definitely up for the pact, I could use one extra hour of sleep. I could probably use 5 actually, but let's start with one.:D

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  5. Hey beauty... I totally agree about the fact that women always got the power (Just watch Michelle and Barack...)
    but i can't believe you played the "pregnancy card". I always felt like it's the last thing I would do, even for revenge.

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    1. If it's the last thing you'd do, that doesn't mean you wouldn't do it.:) In this situation, a girl is supposed to bow her head and never have sex again till she's married. Well, thanks, but no, thanks. Like I said, I'm not the victim type and when push comes to shove, the claws are coming out - he brought it on himself, if he kept his mouth shut (like I did trying to 'be a lady' about the whole thing), I'd never play the pregnancy or any other card. But it's impossible for him (and men like him) to be a lady, there's a different term for that. A pussy.

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  6. HAHA your stories are amazing! lol
    I love your shoes so much! And the pics are amazing!

    Tic-Tac Living

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    1. A lahko to vzamem kot kompliment??:D

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  8. I agree. Maybe because I am a women...

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  9. POwer to us girls, red shoes speaks volume of self confidence x
    M

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  10. Do you know this revenge you carried out doesn't surprise me about you at all - in a good way. It's so you, it was the right thing to do and I'd do it myself - it's a classic for getting your own back on an idiotic geeza! it would be interesting to see what level of respect he gives to women now! Love it and cool song!

    You look very chic and sexy in this outfit - I love the photography hun, as always.

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    1. Actually, back then it wasn't really me, it was quite surprising. But I'm glad I surprised myself.:)

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    2. And I don't think the respect level got much better, but the frequency of wearing a condom probably did.:)

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  11. hahahahahahahahaahahahahaha I love you. And you are definitely a decent rapper. High five for that anecdote xxxx

    http://thepersephonecomplex.blogspot.co.uk/

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    1. :D I'm not quitting my job as a translator just yet, but thanks.:)

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  12. Peet, you're putting Angelina in the eye in this gorgeously chic getup, you look amazing, love the straight hair and red heels. Thats so funny about the prank you pulled on that dimwit, but he definitely deserved it, even worse. So impressed by your lyrical skills, I can just imagine a beat to go with it. You are talented girl! Oh about Lily's outfit, I thought the dress was fine, no qualms there but that alien pink spiky hair thing killed it. Thanks for sharing your opinion with me on your last post.

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  13. Haha that's fucking crackup! Im sure we woulda been besties if we went to school together....and I mean that in the most non creepiest way possible haha xx

    www.hausofsarahrachel.blogspot.com

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  14. Amazing!
    the whole school thought you were pregnant and they gossiped about you for days... only to give a lesson to a big dumb boy! lol is amazing.
    But it's a great story, and he got what he deserved, well done!

    I love the pictures, very original, and very sexy =)
    XXx
    http://muerdelaespina.blogspot.com.es/

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  15. Little boys... I'm so glad high school is over. Also, DEM BOOBS.

    xo Ashley

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