I was having a friend over to go swimming. She was a girl and a friend, but not a girlfriend, although I did have aspirations in that direction. When it came time to change into our bathing suits, I offered to let her change in my room, while I changed in the bathroom. Now let me stop for a moment again. I was pretty immature for 15. Heck, I'm pretty immature for 48, but that's beside the point. The point was, a girl that I liked was about to close the door to my bedroom and get nekkid. And what's more, when she closed that door, she would see every sticker I'd put on my door since I was 5 years old. It was covered. Now, that might seem like a pretty silly thing to worry about, but when you're 15 and want to really impress a girl, you don't want her looking at your Six Million Dollar Man or Captain Crunch stickers. I panicked. I stopped her and said (or kinda screamed), "WAIT! Why don't you change in my sister's room and I'll change in here!" She looked at me funny and said, "Okaaayyyy...." I don't know if I made up some lame excuse, but if I did make up an excuse, I guarantee you it was lame.
After that visit, I vowed it would not happen again and proceeded to tear off every sticker I'd so carefully placed over the years.
I was reminded of the above when I found these two monster puffy stickers stuck to the side of a bedroom dresser at an estate sale a while back.
After that visit, I vowed it would not happen again and proceeded to tear off every sticker I'd so carefully placed over the years.
I was reminded of the above when I found these two monster puffy stickers stuck to the side of a bedroom dresser at an estate sale a while back.



