Thursday, November 12, 2009
TMI Thursday: What are you talking about, this is how I always sit...
In LiLu's great tradition, I present you with a story you probably never wanted to hear. If you really need to continue to have a good impression of me, are related to me in any way, or are easily skeeved out I suggest you go else where now...like right now...inmediatamente!
So dig it...it's back when The Gentleman still lived in Jersey and we decided that we were going to go see Inglorious Basterds (which is always a good life choice). He picks me up, we head to the theater, the movie is funny, nothing particularly special about it.
When it's over we realize that it is still relatively early (for us), and since we both know that he is moving soon we decide to continue the evening with a walk. (How charmingly old fashioned, I know, but I live literally 3 blocks from a very nice lake for walking around and it was august.) So he drives over to the lake and we hop out and start away from the car.
Unfortunately, on this particular night I was on the rag, and about a quarter of a mile from the car I get the sneaking suspicion that the damn ain't holding back the red river as it should, IYKWIM. But at this point we are too far to non-suspiciously turn around and I was coerced by how much I was enjoying myself to think that maybe I was wrong about my assessment of the situation below.
Did I mention this lake is about 3 miles around? Cause that is a long way to go. And when we got to the dam, which has benches facing the water (ooooo, romantic under the moon) he decided we should stop and sit for a while. How do you say no to that?
So I perched on the side of my hip (oh don't lie, ladies. you know you have all done it at one point.) and sat...and talked...and leaned on his shoulder (mostly to aid in making my awkward position look on purpose)...and sat...and SAT.
Finally, he decided it was getting late and we walked the rest of the way back to the car and got in. To his relatively new car with cloth seats. Whatever, I have this down by now, so I get myself situated on the seat and expect to head home.
But what is a date without a kiss goodnight? And by a kiss goodnight I mean making out in a dark parking lot like high schoolers. And then hands may or may not have started to get their wander on. That, my friends, is an awkward dissuasion. Cause trust me, you don't want to go there right now.
...but you can pick up a raincheck at the courtesy counter. ::wink::