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[mandragora]

It's been ages since I made an LJ entry, but I so enjoyed reading everyone else's 'Ten things' entry that I've made one of my own:



1. Been white-water rafting down the Zambezi River by Victoria Falls

2. Suffered from gangrene.

3. Posed topless for a professional photographer. What? The photos were *art*! Honest.

4. Been hit by an oil tanker (oil truck in American parlance) whilst cycling in Enid, Oklahoma. I survived. The bike didn't.

5. Gone out with 3 guys at the same time, none of whom knew about the others, until the point when all of us attended the same party.

6. Hidden from the police, who were chasing me at the time, by climbing on top of a transit van.

7. Been banned from court by an irate judge.

8. Suffered concussion from a skiing accident, in which I left a 40 feet long trail of blood in the snow.

9. Been hit on the head with a poker.

10. Sung karaoke at a bar in Beijing with several high-ranking members of the Chinese Communist Party.

Comments

[mandragora1.livejournal.com]

*g* Well, I couldn't simply leave the party, as I had been driven there by one of the blokes, and we were in the middle of nowhere, so I employed the services of the Sisterhood. I got my female friends to distract the two I wasn't talking to at the time, as I flitted from room to room, using various ever-more-desperate excuses (I needed the loo, a drink, oh look - there's so and so, must go and find out about their ingrowing toenail etc).

The girls rallied round and for about 2 hours or so we managed to ensure that whichever room I was in only one of the blokes was there at the same time. Alas, like all of the best-laid plans it ended in tragedy, when I was, um, talking (for which read standing very close, touching them in a flirtatious manner etc) to one of them, who I shall call Bloke 1 One of the others, Bloke 2, came into the room. Bloke 2 demanded to know of Bloke 1 what the hell he was doing with his girlfriend etc. Everyone came running to find out what was happening, what with all the yellingand the noise. I was standing between them trying to keep it from degenerating into a fight.

At that point, enter Bloke 3.

I will never forget the dawning moment of realisation on three exceptionally pissed-off faces. No violence was offered - I think the idea of hitting a 5 feet 1 inches tall woman who weighed (at the time) about 100 pounds was a real no no. They didn't even manage to call me any really nasty names, being stunned into silence by my perfidy, I think.

However, obviously none of them wanted anything more to do with me, and I needed to find a ride home. So I picked up some other bloke instead. Ahem.

In my defence, I was only 16 at the time and was typically careless of other people's feelings, what with being so young. And I missed out on some damn good concert that Bloke 2 (I think) was going to take me to. *g*

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

In your defense? Hell, I'm impressed! Nine out of ten for style!

Ten out ten would have been to leave the party after 2 hours still with three boyfriends... ;-)

(Okay, I'll admit I'd be less impressed if you had been in your 20s or if you were a bloke. Most ageist and sexist of me. As it is, though...)

[mandragora1.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean. It would have been perhaps more...predictable if it had been a man with three women. *g*

I do feel vaguely ashamed, in that they were all three of them nice boys who I sincerely hope didn't treat anyone like I treated them. But we were all very young, none of the relationships was the slightest bit serious and all were pretty recent.