Groped in Good Taste

Jeremy Brooks, looking surprised

A quick anecdote…

Jim “Suldog” Sullivan’s post today about being groped by a woman (and then later, by a drunk man), it reminded me of a “groping” anecdote of my own, one that interestingly didn’t make it into the Love-Idiot book.

I went rollerskating with some friends, in particular, a girl I knew, who was a close friend. (This was before I met Margaret.) By this time in my life, even though I still sucked at rollerskating, I could at least avoid falling over. I was gently rolling along, counterclockwise around the rink, when suddenly I felt someone grab my butt. Shocked, I looked back to see my friend chuckling. She had given my butt such a good squeeze, she even got her fingers… well…

Even though I was very surprised—and the two of us never were anything other than good friends—it also made me feel pretty good, ego-wise. I grinned back at her and took the joke for what it was.

(I wonder whether she remembers this, and what she thinks about it.)

Funny thing: When I told Margaret about this story, she seemed a little shocked. But I smile at this memory, in a “Ooh! Dirty!” Lorelai Gilmore way.