| A few years ago I was introduced to a friend of a friend. He was gorgeous. And I know gorgeous isn't a practical word to describe someone, but he really was. Like a real life Brad Pitt, very accomplished, more rugged and you know...better. For the sake of him having a huge influence on my life, in true xanga form, we'll call him M for future references. On our first date he took me out the movies. I had dressed in the nines, thinking we'd go for a nice dinner. Instead, it was me on spiked 4 inches, smuggling a bag of IN-N-OUT into a Santa Clara movie theater. During the movie he had put his arm around me. I, being super excited, tried my best to come in closer. The way I was positioned was extremely uncomfortable but I was way too shy to say anything! I had lost all blood in my legs, but didn't care, I wanted to experience this moment in his arms. Half way through the movie our drinks were out and I volunteered to grab a refill of pop and more pop. Forgetting that my legs had turned gumby status, I got up and took a nose plant into the ground. It was so embarrassing, like literally I got up and just fell straight back down. M found it funny and had to lift me back up to my chair. He had one of those expressions on his face that I'd never forget. Kinda like, yes, that weirdo is my girl. Anyways, M was in town this week and took me out for lunch. He had told me there was something about me that he had always found attractive. "You know you have a fucked up smile but you look like someone who wants to stay home and just take care of her kids". Thanks? Never heard that one before? |
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