Back when I was in school, I had a friend named "Janet" who was my lightning rod of fun - she was ok looking (though I wonder if her ticklishness raised the attractive level some), a little tomboyish, about 5'5, freckles and red hair (Sidebar: maybe it's me, but has anyone notice red heads appear more ticklish overall than others? Do we have or can we get a scientific study to back this up?). I used to tickle people a lot back then, and Janet was the perfect target. And of course, I'd get everyone else involved in tickling her, because it was fun and that's what evil people like me do. This is the first of MANY incidents I found when looking around the filing cabinet in my brain.
One of the first times I actually tickled her was before one of our classes. She had one of those shirts with the signatures of everyone who she graduated with, and one of the kids names, Greg Smith, was perfectly positioned near the shoulder blade/arm pit. Since her and I knew each other and were in the same class, she sat in front of me to the right with some girl on her left, and I had some dude on my right. Of course, I start talking to the girl in front of me, and say "hey, guess who I'm best friends with?" The girl responds in a dismissive tone "who?" "Greg Smith!" and poke Janet right in the signature. of course, this caused a laugh and a quick jerk, and the girl in front of me giggles. A few seconds later, i ask the girl in front "Hey. Guess who's no longer my best friend?" This time, the girl sarcastically goes "who?" "Greg Smith" <POKE> Again, Janet does a quick jerk and laugh, and the girl in front starts laughing. A few seconds later, to my amazement, the girl in front turns to me and says in an angry tone "guess who cheated on me?" "who?" the girl stands up and takes both hands and digs into Janet's armpits and shoulder blades and goes "GREG SMITH, THE F---ING SCUMBAG, THAT'S WHO!" Janet's was caught completely off guard and was doubled over, laughing and trying to spin out but couldn't. After about 10 seconds, I find some random girls name located right by her left side and say "I want to date Felicia Taylor" and dig my fingers into Janet's sides/ribs where Felicia's name is. Janet jumps and screams in laughter, doubling over to her left where my hands are. The guy sitting next to me, seeing her right side exposed and not wanting to be left out, proudly announces "Yeah, and I'm trying to hook up with Tracy Carter" and digs his fingers into Tracy's signature on the right side. At this point, Janet's laughter is almost silent. After about 45 seconds of the three of us tickling her underarms, ribs and sides, we stopped, with Janet doubled over laughing near the point of tears. She just looks at the three of us and goes "I hate you all" and sits in the fetal position until class began. A few months later, Janet wore that shirt again. During conversations with her, she admitted she's been tickled so many times she couldn't remember specific incidents - they all blur together. Of course, the first thing I do when I see the shirt is go "guess who my best friend is?" The girl in front and the dude both go "WHO?" "GREG SMITH!" <poke> All the sudden, Janet eyes get huge and goes "OH SHIT, NOT AGAIN" and runs out of the classroom. Sadly, she never wore that shirt around me or to class again.
One of the first times I actually tickled her was before one of our classes. She had one of those shirts with the signatures of everyone who she graduated with, and one of the kids names, Greg Smith, was perfectly positioned near the shoulder blade/arm pit. Since her and I knew each other and were in the same class, she sat in front of me to the right with some girl on her left, and I had some dude on my right. Of course, I start talking to the girl in front of me, and say "hey, guess who I'm best friends with?" The girl responds in a dismissive tone "who?" "Greg Smith!" and poke Janet right in the signature. of course, this caused a laugh and a quick jerk, and the girl in front of me giggles. A few seconds later, i ask the girl in front "Hey. Guess who's no longer my best friend?" This time, the girl sarcastically goes "who?" "Greg Smith" <POKE> Again, Janet does a quick jerk and laugh, and the girl in front starts laughing. A few seconds later, to my amazement, the girl in front turns to me and says in an angry tone "guess who cheated on me?" "who?" the girl stands up and takes both hands and digs into Janet's armpits and shoulder blades and goes "GREG SMITH, THE F---ING SCUMBAG, THAT'S WHO!" Janet's was caught completely off guard and was doubled over, laughing and trying to spin out but couldn't. After about 10 seconds, I find some random girls name located right by her left side and say "I want to date Felicia Taylor" and dig my fingers into Janet's sides/ribs where Felicia's name is. Janet jumps and screams in laughter, doubling over to her left where my hands are. The guy sitting next to me, seeing her right side exposed and not wanting to be left out, proudly announces "Yeah, and I'm trying to hook up with Tracy Carter" and digs his fingers into Tracy's signature on the right side. At this point, Janet's laughter is almost silent. After about 45 seconds of the three of us tickling her underarms, ribs and sides, we stopped, with Janet doubled over laughing near the point of tears. She just looks at the three of us and goes "I hate you all" and sits in the fetal position until class began. A few months later, Janet wore that shirt again. During conversations with her, she admitted she's been tickled so many times she couldn't remember specific incidents - they all blur together. Of course, the first thing I do when I see the shirt is go "guess who my best friend is?" The girl in front and the dude both go "WHO?" "GREG SMITH!" <poke> All the sudden, Janet eyes get huge and goes "OH SHIT, NOT AGAIN" and runs out of the classroom. Sadly, she never wore that shirt around me or to class again.
