tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post4215071931624822403..comments2023-10-08T09:19:13.181-05:00Comments on The Mean Mom: (Less Than) Wonderful MemoriesThe Mean Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14276390841338909101noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post-39196566780425477362010-04-20T13:38:19.109-05:002010-04-20T13:38:19.109-05:00Wow - sorry you felt that way. I look back at m...Wow - sorry you felt that way. I look back at my highschool yearbook and am shocked at how diverse it was....I never noticed. We were all classmates and that's all that mattered.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post-81708291073807899272010-04-18T15:55:55.894-05:002010-04-18T15:55:55.894-05:00I'd have dated you. But you were a girl. I was...I'd have dated you. But you were a girl. I was scared of girls. All girls. Actually, it was more that I was scared of rejection by girls. All girls. Even Asian girls. Of which there were, like, three, right? And I did go to prom with one of them. As friends. Because I was scared to push it.<br /><br />High school sucks.Big Daddy, Esq.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10261706475957434632noreply@blogger.com