tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405305294880916139.post5406720169985362553..comments2024-03-05T04:31:42.929-08:00Comments on TWIRED: Let Me See Your Swing...Elusive S @ Twiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160857459796427471noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405305294880916139.post-26902990992671575512010-11-04T05:20:30.599-07:002010-11-04T05:20:30.599-07:00Love that funniez!Love that funniez!TongueTwiedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04069268100886795248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405305294880916139.post-72934045605287617632010-11-03T23:24:00.546-07:002010-11-03T23:24:00.546-07:00OMEC Jen!!!!! HA HA HA HA!!! I would have asked hi...OMEC Jen!!!!! HA HA HA HA!!! I would have asked him if his last name was Cullen ;)<br /><br />I have a story that might, might not fit into your question...<br /><br />When I was in college, Cal Poly (the REAL one not Pomona),I was dating (and I still am) this cute, athletic guy. We were both in the same major, Kinesiology, but on different tracks. He was in Athletic Training and I was in Clinical. The only time our tracks combine is when we have to do a "pro act." MOST of the people in this major are athletic. I am NOT one of those. I grew up in dance and Equestrian riding. I cannot throw or catch a ball to save my life. So one quarter while planning our schedules I noticed he and I had one more pro act to take. He signed up for basketball… so sneakily so did I. We spent an entire quarter together, two days a week and two hours a day “playing” basketball. Pretty much I was learning this foreign language and S/O was just having fun with his buddies.<br /><br />Long story short, I could possibly be denied by the Special Olympics because I suck SO HARD at basketball. Case in point; one day my ass of a bf was picked to be captain to pick a basketball team for the day. I don’t remember who the other captian was but as a class we had to be picked one by one. Guess WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON PICKED????? Ohhhh yeah, that would be me. That ass thought it was hilarious that he didn’t pick me. <br />Never again will I play or even pretend to be remotely interested in a sport for a guy, EVER!!<br /><br />** for the record, my major was teeny and everyone in that class were BFF’s. So honestly it was funny at the time of the “team picking.” But I still sucked ass and was humbled every Tuesday and Thursday of Fall 2008 quarter :(Demandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10013553596174068650noreply@blogger.com