Michigan

This was probably my first uncomfortable experience with a man, no, a boy. My junior year of high school I was involved in competitive speaking and qualified for the national tournament in Boston. The trip was awkward for many reasons, not just boys. First of all, my coach was a young divorcee who was dating. Prior to the trip a classmate had discovered her online dating profile in which she alluded to enjoying self-love. While I understand that a woman has needs, as a her 17 year old student I did not want to be aware of these needs. Every time she would mention meeting someone online I would cringe. But I digress.

The other awkward situation concerned my roommates. Since I was the only one from my high school to qualify, I roomed with girls from other schools in our district. I had to share a bed with a stranger, which wasn't a huge deal, until I found out she was a lesbian. Cool.

Also, while shopping at the GAP with my coach, I was accosted by a women who told me that she worked for the bunny ranch in Nevada (a whorehouse), and asked if I would be interested in working there.

Back to the male front. During one of my rounds there was a very intense performer by the name of Chris, from Detroit. I was impressed by his performance and flattered when after the round he asked me if I wanted to join him for lunch. Considering I had no friends with me in Boston this was great. After lunch, Chris asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him after we were done competing. I said sure, why not.
Well, dinner was when things got weird. He was very touchy feely, holding my hand and acting really attached. As a 17 year old prude this was very disconcerting. After dinner we went back to the hotel and sat on a couch in one of the lobbies. He began stroking my arm and kissing my forehead. If I were older and had known him longer this wouldn't have been odd, but then he started asking me why I couldn't move to Michigan. He didn't just say it once, he said it multiple times. "I wish you would move to Detroit, you are such a cool girl." Mind you, I hadn't really talked much this entire evening because he was giving me the heebee jeebees. So how he had been able to ascertain that I was a cool girl is beyond me. At this point I freaked and said I was sick and bade him adieu. He tried calling but I ignored it.

My coach on the other hand, had a lot better luck than I did. On the plane ride home she hit it off with the guy sitting next to her and they exchanged screen names. Go figure.

Moral of the story:
While Boston is great, it was the source of many awkward pseudo-sexual experiences. Also, guys from Detroit are nutty.