rock, scissor, panty

originally posted on ‘katie vs chris’

i was up in pennsylvania for the weekend, visiting my college boyfriend. we’d recently gotten back together for the second – or possibly third – time. we had an … interesting relationship. this is the guy who once called me while my roommate and i were watching tv, heard the male character voices in the background, and accused me of cheating on him with multiple men. it would have been kinda funny, had that sort of thing not happened fairly regularly.

anyway, i digress. there i am in pennsylvania, having driven six hours from my school on the east coast (of maryland), and there are a pair of girl’s panties hanging from my boyfriend’s ceiling.

i was furious. when i asked him to take them down, he refused. he said they were some sort of joke, and he and his roommate liked having them there. i asked him again to please take them down, and he laughed. so i ripped them off the ceiling and cut them into tiny pieces with a pair of kitchen shears.

he was horrified. i was, too, but for a different reason – i’d accidentally cut the top of my thumb off in a blind scissor rage, and i was bleeding all over the carpet. he fled the room, undoubtedly to tell his cronies what a psycho his girlfriend was, and i sat on his bunk, feeling rather pleased and rebellious, once i staunched the bleeding.

he eventually wandered back to inform me that particular pair of underwear was the random girls favorite, and she wanted them back. i suggested a girl who makes a habit of “lending” her favorite panties to random guys deserves what she gets.

to this day, i’m still pleased with myself.



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