Hmmm... High school.
Ok, here goes.... It was my junior year. And I had the HUGEST crush on Joe Nixon. He was the worlds greatest artist, he had dreads, and his body looked as if it had been chiseled by the hands of the "GODS OF SEXY".
Im getting of track.
Anyway, Theres an art gallery space. A flight of staris. And downstaris, there was the student lounge. Joe was in the lounge. And, I was upstairs hanging pictures for an art show. All of the sudden, I tripped on untied shoelaces. Went flying down the stairs. And when I get to the bottom I just laid there. I wasn't hurt as much as I was embarrassed. Everyone including Joe was laughing hysterically. But of all poeple, Joe walks up to me, still laughing... and ties my shoe.