Jenniferteacher Left the Batcave, and Why Aren’t Grown Men as Interested in My Boobs as Seven-Year-Old Boys?
I think I may need to start actually listening to the podcast. I listened to a couple of episodes recently, but I wasn’t on one of them and the other one I wanted to hear what the guest had to say. But I digress. One of the first things Jackie said to me was that she would know my laugh anywhere. Which is how Joe recognized Karl and I the first time he joined us on Seoul Survivor.
So, now I’m wondering what kind of hyena-woman I sound like on the show. I will freely admit that I go through life being inordinately amused by minor things, but most of the time I can hide behind the “crazy foreigner” flag. One of the many benefits of life in a foreign land…
I got an elliptical trainer last week, but D batteries are proving more elusive that one would think. The search continues… Now, when my pianist neighbor practices for a recital in the wee hours, I’ll have some way to occupy my time other than plot her death/ loss of fingers.
Once again, a handful of my very young male students are fixated on my boobs. A week or two ago, one in particular decided that the best way to interact with me is to stick his face between my boobs and then turn his face left and right. To do this, he has to ignore me pulling his arms or pushing his shoulders away, as I try to head him off at the pass, so to speak. But he is determined, definitely not a quitter. Today, he got up three times during a test, ran up and shoved his face at my chest, like he just had to be fast enough and I wouldn’t catch on. While I admire his tenacity in the face of constant obstruction, I wish it would sink in that it’s inappropriate. If only I could find a grown man as interested in my boobies…