I rarely do these things, but Carla tagged me. And I love Carla like I love my husband but without the naked parts, so here 'tis.
Here’s the rules of this meme:
- Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
- Share seven facts about yourself in the post.
- Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
- Let them know they’ve been tagged.
1. I am moronically shy. I overcome this by acting like the overly-social cracked out lovechild of Betty Boop and Kathy Griffin.
2. I moved to LA to be an Agent. I didn't think being a writer was a responsible job choice. Turns out I was right, but it's a lot more fun. Most of the time.
3. Once a year for the past ten years, a reader emails me to ask to buy my used bras. They offer $100-$200 per bra, and although I could use the money, it seems a steep slide down a slippery slope. Not to mention that it sounds like a great hook for an episode of CSI. I refer them to a vintage clothing shop for used ladies' undergarments. I'm a helper that way.
4. I used to talk to an obscene phone caller who called my dorm room at Boston University back in 1992. This was before Caller ID was commonplace. I picked up the phone and he asked "what are you wearing?" I responded "Mickey Mouse pajamas." He never said anything remotely sexual after that. He was just lonely and would call every few weeks to chat. The last time he called was right before the school year ended. He asked if we could meet, but even I'm not that crazy.
5. I lost my virginity because I thought it was something that I was supposed to do before high school ended. (See? Even Smart Kids are Dumb.) Even though we used protection, I skipped a period. I went to the Crazypants Medical Center that was a front fora religious right group, who showed me a VCR tape of babies in dumpsters. They then told me I was pregnant. Guy freaked out, told everyone in school that I had tricked him into sleep with me by saying that I'd kill myself if he didn't. I had A Plan, but about four weeks later I had what appeared to be a miscarriage (although I thought I was bleeding to death) in the Girls' Bathroom which outside the Choir Room.
By this point, the entire school was abuzz about the fact that I was Crazypants Suicidal McGee, and I thought if I suddenly wasn't pregnant it would just confirm their beliefs. So I just pretended to have an abortion, had a mini-breakdown, and vowed never to trust anyone ever again. Clearly I got over it. High school sucks, I've forgiven everyone involved, and life goes on.
Sometimes I think it's the one thing I'd like erased from my personal history, but it's informed my writing better than I can even imagine. I know what it's like to be Hester Prynne in a high school full of the rich and popular and pretty.
I know, I know, there's a Young Adult novel buried in there somewhere.
6. I started babysitting when I was 6 or 7 and would also help out with the pre-schoolers at Church by choice when I was a tween. Yeah, I taught kids about God.
7. I didn't' know that a pit bull looked like until I moved to California. I just knew that they "killed people." I have since reconsidered that sentiment.
The embodiment of all evil.
I tag: whoever wants to do this. I'm not the Boss of you.
