Whenever I hear that at the museum we have a tour of high schoolers coming, I always get a little excited. Sure, at 22 it's not necessarily legal for me to be taking high school freshman or sophomores into the back closet, but juniors are iffy, and seniors are totally game. I mean, we've all seen "Friday Night Lights" and "Dawsons Creek" and "High School Sluts" and "Tutoring the Jocks" and high schoolers are totally hot.
Of course, when they all showed up, it was... disappointing.
I'd forgotten that high school boys don't have asses yet. Their backsides are flat as a board, and I swear one of the boys' ass actually inverted and went in. Their legs were all chickenscratch, except for the fat ones, and it's not like I'm going to sleep with or ogle over any of them. They were all scrawny, with tuffs of hair growing from their sideburns and on their upper lips, and you can just tell that they're proud of the wisps. Two boys were wearing eye-liner.
It got worse.
While making the tour of the pernament collection, the docent led them around to the Frida Kahlo, and asked if anyone could guess whose work it was. They all stared blankly, until the docent answered her own question, slightly surprised that no one had heard of her. After revealing the artist, the only guy who could possibly be considered remotely cute blurted out, totally serious "Is that like Phil Collins?"
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