Once I was talking to this guy, and a bug flew directly into my mouth.
This would only happen to me, of course. It was after church. I was in the midst of awkwardly trying to explain myself, having one of those conversations that one doesn't exactly reminisce about when dealing with members of the opposite sex--trying not to make him feel bad and trying not to make myself look dumb, when a bug flew into my mouth. I think I screamed and then started spitting, quite unfemininely, into the grass beside us. I must have been yelling, "Ugh! A bug flew into my mouth!" because, as I found out later, one of the observant, big-mouthed five-year-olds who witnessed these acts ran into the church and began loudly proclaiming them to everyone in the foyer within earshot. I think I also tried to regain my composure by apologizing and coolly saying, "Excuse me," and I don't think he knew how to react. Do I laugh? Act like it didn't happen?
Boy, these things are so much funnier in retrospect.
Anyway, I had put that episode in the "do not wish to remember" drawer in my brain. It happened maybe a month ago, so I really had put it out of my mind. But tonight, said guy hands me a box with four Citronella candles in it and says that he really felt impressed of God to give this to me. What? Citronella candles? He asks if I know what Citronella is for. I warily answer that they're for warding off bugs, of course. I'm still clueless. He said that I'd understand it better by and by and walked away. Then it hit me. Omg. Ol' bug in the mouth, back to haunt me! But at least I was laughing, gasping for air. It was funny. I'll give him that.
6 comments:
That is simply awesome and hilarious. Sounds like something that would have happened to me. haha.
I think that was a thoughtful gesture, especially when you state this episode happened a month ago. This must be some kind of a guy!
"ditto" rose
hey rose - I concur; the ol' bug in the mouth is just a 21st century way of saying "shut-up & listen"
I have to agree with Rose, he sounds like a great catch. Not many guys I know would remember anywhere near that much about a girl a month later. Sounds like you may have found one of the last few gentlemen out there. Take it from a guy, most of us would have just sprayed you down with some "off" and been done with it. Marry him if you can.
Interesting, always interesting, the comments that emerge from behind the shield of anonymity.
(But of course, I did choose to publish them!)
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