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| DaddysTouch |
on Mon 25 Jan 10, 10:20 PM to DaddysTouch's blog.
I thought I'd left it behind when I moved up to big school, but apparently it will be one of those things I've heard so much about: "a laugh", and we totally have to tag along with the swimming society's recreation of it because "they're swimmers."
Unfortunately my ingenious solution to the version of my childhood doesn't look like it's going to work. As I remember kiss chase, the girls chased the boys who ran screaming from their scrunched up little faces. I reasoned (correctly) that the attractive girls would be the fastest runners, so the trick was to run fast enough to avoid the mingers but slow enough to get caught by your crush. It's not kiss-rape if she has you cornered. Unfortunately this bastardized university interpretation will see the boys chasing the girls. Why would we want to chase them? They're girls!
What makes even less sense is that at the end of the chase (which is essentially a pub crawl, staggered by sex) we all meet up at the final pub. Does that mean winning is inevitable and we get to force ourselves on the, by this time, well inebriated lady swimmers? That's how I'm interpreting the rules, and no one can prove otherwise. I shall tell you how it goes from prison.
| 26 Jan 10, 10:43 AM Mabesque UK(LS), 3 yrs |
That's how I remember it too. Except, we thought boys icky too so frequently would catch them, go Yuuurrrgh and then run off giggling instead of kissing them. But the chase was so exciting! You can't change the direction of the wind, but you can adjust your sails. |
