Daydreams and records
The trouble with blushing is that you wear your heart on your sleeve whether or not you intend to. You always think you'll outgrow this embarrassing habit; what makes it worse is that you don't necessarily blush at the things you're expected to. Sometimes seeing someone reminds you of an embarrassing incident, so you blush. Other times, your mind irrationally extrapolates a random scenario, so you blush.
It's worse when you try to explain yourself: "No, really, I was just thinking of something totally unrelated. I didn't even see that cute guy!"
They give you the eye, accompanied by the sarcastically intoned "Yeeeeah... right."
Apparently I do more than blush, which is a total catastrophe, because I don't even know when it happens.
I was having lunch with HW the other day, when I noticed him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, looking up.
"Why are you smiling to yourself?"
"I'm not."
"Yeah, you are. You're doing it now!"
"I'm smiling now because I'm amused that you thought I was smiling before!"
He gave me his best come-on-that-is-completely-untrue-and-you-know-it-so-spill-it look.
"Okay, it's really nothing," I confessed. "I was just thinking... that left-handers are really cool."
He looked at me, puzzled. "That made you wear that stupid grin on your face?" (Now it's a "stupid grin"?)
"I just kinda pictured someone writing with his left hand."
"WHO?" he persisted.
"I don't know." This is true. "I just saw his left hand... writing."
(This is the reason why I don't tell people my preposterous daydreams, okay?)
"You know, sometimes, you just make no sense." HW pointed out helpfully, and proceeded to rant about how my list of "fetishes" (which I vehemently the existence of) was getting longer by the minute.
Before the conversation could be laid to rest and (hopefully) forgotten, KR joined us at the table.
I was innocuously playing with my food when I looked up to find him eyeing me suspiciously.
"WHAT?" I asked, now defensively.
"What's funny?"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Why are you wearing that grin on your face?"
HW choked on his food, and was about to answer that when I interjected in exasperation: "NOTHING!"
***
Stitches are out! :) After getting home from the vet's, we took Rocky for his first walk in a long time. After cleaning his wound, I plopped myself on the bed; I went to sleep before 10 PM. Must've been some kind of record.
It's worse when you try to explain yourself: "No, really, I was just thinking of something totally unrelated. I didn't even see that cute guy!"
They give you the eye, accompanied by the sarcastically intoned "Yeeeeah... right."
Apparently I do more than blush, which is a total catastrophe, because I don't even know when it happens.
I was having lunch with HW the other day, when I noticed him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, looking up.
"Why are you smiling to yourself?"
"I'm not."
"Yeah, you are. You're doing it now!"
"I'm smiling now because I'm amused that you thought I was smiling before!"
He gave me his best come-on-that-is-completely-untrue-and-you-know-it-so-spill-it look.
"Okay, it's really nothing," I confessed. "I was just thinking... that left-handers are really cool."
He looked at me, puzzled. "That made you wear that stupid grin on your face?" (Now it's a "stupid grin"?)
"I just kinda pictured someone writing with his left hand."
"WHO?" he persisted.
"I don't know." This is true. "I just saw his left hand... writing."
(This is the reason why I don't tell people my preposterous daydreams, okay?)
"You know, sometimes, you just make no sense." HW pointed out helpfully, and proceeded to rant about how my list of "fetishes" (which I vehemently the existence of) was getting longer by the minute.
Before the conversation could be laid to rest and (hopefully) forgotten, KR joined us at the table.
I was innocuously playing with my food when I looked up to find him eyeing me suspiciously.
"WHAT?" I asked, now defensively.
"What's funny?"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Why are you wearing that grin on your face?"
HW choked on his food, and was about to answer that when I interjected in exasperation: "NOTHING!"
***
Stitches are out! :) After getting home from the vet's, we took Rocky for his first walk in a long time. After cleaning his wound, I plopped myself on the bed; I went to sleep before 10 PM. Must've been some kind of record.
posted by Laughingcow at 9:32 am
1 Comments:
heh... do u stammer ard cute guys too?
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