I was thirteen, walking from my neighbor’s house back to my own. I was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts. My childhood friend and all of his friends were hanging around outside. They stood in the middle of the street that I had to cross and started to approach me. I noticed they were all wearing bike shorts or something. You know, the kind of shorts that makes their crotches pretty damn noticeable. Immediately, they all started asking me for my phone number and calling after me as I walked around them and into my house. I could hear chuckles and fits of laughter. Yuck. Sad to say that I still hang out with that kid. He doesn’t normally act like a jerk, but around his friends he turns into some kind of misogynistic monster.
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