This is a perfect example of how someone who lives for words can be utterly inadequate at expressing herself when emotions are involved. I have a fine history of open-mouth-insert-foot syndrome and sadly, it continues to this day. I'm sure it prolly has a little something to do with my, ummm, spectacular relationship track record {married "special", dated "special", have the t-shirt} but seriously? This borders on the ridiculous.
Picture it:
Awhile ago. My place. The Couch. With Random boy. Not Boy. A crappy horror movie is playing on the DVD, & I am watching it from behind a pillow {because I am cool like that...}
Me: OMG! WTF. That's just not necessary to the plot line. K, that's just grody.
Him: Did you really just say grody?
Me: Wanna make something of it?
Him: Maybe.
Me: You feeling lucky punk?
Him: You look nothing like Clint Eastwood, dork.
Me: Ya, well, nerd.
Him: Why are you calling me a nerd?
Me: Because.
Him: Because?
Me: Just because.
Him: OK.
Me: OK, then.
Him: Andrea?
Me: Random boy?
Him: I love you.
Me: *splutters* and then FUCKING LAUGHS.
Him: Umm, why are you laughing?
Me: *.....................* {crickets can be heard}
Him: Andrea?
Me: *.......................*{chirp}
Him: Did I say something wrong?
Me: *coughs*. No, no, it's OK. But ummmm, really? Maybe not.
Him: Ummmm, so....
Me: {looking back at the TV} Now THAT is also grody.
Him: *..........................*
Jiminy Cricket is so my wing man....
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