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I overheard the most surreal discussion while out for dinner tonight. The participants were three high school boys, who looked like they'd just come from soccer or hockey practice. Most of their discussion centered on the girls, most of whose names they didn't know, that they wanted to "get with." Because they didn't know most of the girls' names, they used useful descriptors like "cross-eyed," "skinny... with dimples," and "slutty" to indicate who they were talking about. When they weren't talking about girls, they talked about how they outwitted the cops who were trying to shut down the parties they went to. One of them, in fact, was caught be the "head of all the police in St. Louis," but was able to talk his way out of being arrested. Anyway, here was the best part of their conversation:

Boy with blood running down his leg: I'd like to get with the Kristin girl.
Wingman: Who?
BWBRDHL: You know, that girl whose boyfriend just died.
W: Oh, that's right.
BWBRDHL: I'm not sure though. It might be a lot of work. She hasn't been with anyone since he died.

I guess I hung with the wrong crowd in high school, because I never had conversations remotely like this one. In fact, the conversations I had in high school were often scarily different, but that's not necessarily a good thing. These guys probably don't drive around town yelling "neck" at random strangers, which is probably a point in their favor. We didn't talk about moving in on girls whose boyfriends had just died, which is probably about ten points in our favor.

Posted by on 21 February 2006 at 6:55 PM