A Walk Down Stalker Lane.
I met up for some drinks with my sister's old high school friends today. I live in Jeddah, so by drinks I mean some serious iced tea and gourmet coffee.
My sister J is 7 years older than me. When she was a senior in high school, I was in the 5th grade. Naturally, I had crushes on all her guy friends. I remember thinking up all kinds of stupid shit just so I could go up to their classroom and pretend I needed my sister.
It was a very simple process.
1. Make up an excuse to go to the high school section. A headache. Maybe I need lunch money. Maybe I just miss my sister and want to say hi.
2. Carefully fix 90s hairstyle imitated from older sister's fashion magazines.
3. Go up to high school section and act nonchalant.
4. Go back to classroom and gloat to the other 9-year-olds about how you're cool with the higher-ups.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the reason why I was the most popular girl in grade school. (Aside from being the resident loudmouth, that is.)
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