Saturday, December 14, 2013

He ain't afraid of no ghosts.

Fifteen years ago tonight, after our second date, my husband told me he was in love with me and asked me to be his girlfriend. That sounds all sweet and romantic BUT, it is even more so when you take into consideration the fact that I sneezed directly into his hand during said date... and not like a cute little "achoo, 'scuse me!" sneeze. No, it was a full-on first day of the flu, "SHE SLIMED ME!" sneeze... directly into the palm of his hand.



This was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. We were in the theater watching a movie (I Still Know What You Did Last Summer), he was to my right, had his arm around me, and was holding my left hand. I was slightly aware that this horrible flu was coming on, and this terror was building in my mind... it was a very short process, but it was something like, "OH GOD, I HAVE TO SNEEZE! I'M LEFT-HANDED. I NEED MY HAND! SURELY IF I PULL, HE'LL LET GO!!" But he didn't, and instead of being smart and sneezing into my right hand, I turned my head, tugged, met resistance, and the sneeze was there, and so was a ton of snot and slobber on his hand, which I had pulled right over my face.

I was pretty sure he was going to break it off right then, so I was pleasantly surprised when he asked me to be his girl instead of running off before the movie even ended, which, I suspect, is what I would have done had someone deposited that amount of mucus on me during a date. 

4 comments:

  1. You know he's a keeper when he can overlook a handful of snot. Or there's something a little wrong with him. Glad yours was a keeper. :)

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  2. That's about the most romantic thing I've read all week. Seriously. What a guy.

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  3. Hey, I just wanted to thank you for the cute postcard. And I am very glad to hear you love the T-rex. I love the story, very romantic. lol

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  4. A first-ish date with an ex we saw Paranormal Activity. I LOVE horror movies, but I had no idea what this one was about. And it scared the SHIT out of me! So badly that, in that "jump" ending scene, I spilled my ENTIRE CUP OF SODA ALL OVER HIM. I was mortified. We dated for two years. So it wasn't all bad.

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