You know, I originally called this blog "Leesa's Stories" because I started with my erotic stories. Even after I started blogging, I did not want to change the title. Part of it was because my readers knew the site as "Leesa's Stories." But a different part, a greater part, thought of my conversations as a series of unrelated stories strung together. That's how I talk; I tell stories.
I sort of got dinged on that by a reviewer who have recently critiqued my site. I have changed a few things around – not sure if you have noticed. Not big changes, but changes nonetheless.
I think some additional changes will be my dedication to telling short snip-its of stories, and removing myself from the contests and other fluff. I will still give you my views on stuff, but hopefully they are written in a story-teller's voice.
When I was in college, there was a way-cool girl, from I think Denmark, and her name was, and as far as I am aware, still is Lise. In the US, we would call her Liz. It was in knowing Lise that I came to the conclusion that I think college campuses should actively recruit foreign students, if for nothing else, but to expose young minds to people who have different cultures.
I always wanted to be like Lise because she was so cool and worldly. One time, early on, at a party, she was talking with three or four guys. They were hanging on every word she said. Here is how the conversation went:
Lise: When I first got here, I was so happy to have such a wonderful reception. Many friends in my dormitory would stay up to all hours of the night talking with me. They also included me in all of their activities.
Lisa, as I recall, did not truncate many words when she got to Georgia. Being in Georgia for a while, though, corrupted some of her language.
Random Guy: Can I get you another beer?
Lise: No, thank you. As I was saying, the girls really made me feel welcome, and they invited me to go swimming and laying out around a pool. In Denmark, we lay out every chance we get, because the sun does not come out to play that often.
Lisa learned English when she was young, and her words seemed almost like poetry because she would mix up sayings that sounded better when she said them. Having the sun come out to play – what a wonderful thing to say.
Lise: Imagine my surprise when I spring into Heather's room, and she looks at me like I am from another planet. She tells me that I need a bikini top in order to go to the pool.
All the guys laugh.
Lise: You see, where I come from, we only use the bikini tops to tie up our hair!1
More laughter from the guys. They were just drooling over this woman. She further explained that she brought several bikini bottoms but no tops when she packed for school, not knowing of the different rules in the US.
I really wanted to be Lise. She was very attractive, well-spoken, a really good student and fun. And around her, I felt like a girl and she was a woman. I am not sure exactly why, but I felt like she was so much ahead of me in terms of maturity.
And her story – I did not buy her story for a second. Sure, she did bounce to Heather's room topless, that was true, but I think she knew that Americans did not sunbathe topless routinely. She knew so much about American culture and I could not help think she was just wanting to do something to make herself stand out.
1I had the overwhelming urge to type "or our wrists." When I heard this, I swore I heard someone whisper that, but if it were really true, I would have thought the laughter would have been more boisterous.
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