Meadhands
05-09-2008, 06:51 PM
I will be honest here: I am a nice guy, but I tend to hide how I feel alot. Even so, there have been two occasions in my life that have brought me to the point that I have actually blushed, which is a clear departure from my normally unresponsive exterior. My body clearly plots against me.
Twenty years on this Earth and only two occasions. Not bad. I felt like writing about them just because I find these situations humorous in hindsight and, who know? You might too.
#1
The first occasion was about two-and-a-half years ago when I worked my first job. My sister-in-law's mother (does that make her my mother-in-law??? Usually the husband calls her that...) came into the store while I was there. I greeted her warmly recause R is a really nice lady. However, I was incredibly busy and was unable to stay and chat.
R was still browsing the store when J came in. I should explain J briefly, I believe. J is was the girlfriend of one of my closest friends. She is a small Korean girl, perhaps 5'4", 100 pounds or so, and deeply, DEEPLY into anime. I mean, not only did she do cosplay, but she also acted like an anime character when around people, including exaggerated joy and exasperation, and wild movements. She was also a very... "hands on" kind of person. But that is why we all liked her. She was just the right amount of crazy where she wasn't boring, but wasn't creepy. She also liked to tell me I had very smooth skin, to which I would reply that she must mean between the acne and hair.
Did I mention incredibly cute? That comes into play in the next paragraph.
R is something like 15 feet from me when J comes in. Even my (closer) friends don't come visit me at work, so I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She shouts my name in the tiny store, runs up, and launches herself skyward, latching onto my towering 6'0" neck. I bend down to allow her feet to touch the Earth again and return the hug. Even though I am busy, she hangs around and we chat about whatever while I ring up customers. She eventually says she has to go and skips from the store, waving and singing "bai bai!" as she leaves. (Spelled "Bai Bai" for a reason, for those in the know.)
I must have been smiling pretty broadly when R came up. I am ringing up a CD for her and chatting, when she finishes a sentence thusly, "...oh, and what a cute girlfriend you have!"
I cannot remember if I choked, laughed, was taken aback, or all three, but I recall feeling my face burning red hot as I tried to explain who she was, and why I had recieved such a warm reception. I am unsure if I succeeded to this day.
#2
E is another one of my best friend's girlfriend. She is also small (5'3"?) and Philipino (we don't spell it "Filipino" here *shrug*). As you can see, my friends all like their girls Asian (doesn't everyone? (don't answer that)).
Anywho, we joke about E being excessively evil, as she likes to hit and mock her close friends - jokingly, of course. She is actually very nice, we just like to blow her few violent tendencies out of proportion. She has also said that, were she to create a Frankenstein monster, she would only take the prettiest parts of people to craft it, marking for "harvesting" her best friend's hands, her boyfriend's (my best friend's) eyes, and my eyelashes.
Quick backstory: I am a guy with long, thick eyelashes. The kind of eyelashes alot of girls like... on themselves, usually. Elke and I have a running joke where she says she will attack me in my sleep and take my eyelashes, and I say that if she leaves my eyelashes alone, I will become her zombie servant when I die. That is a pretty fair deal, don't you think? :)
One day it was me, E, and my friend, her boyfriend, hereafter F. That makes me, E, F, in case that last sentence was troubling. We were in a Barnes & Nobles, sitting by the window in a reading area, lazing about. I was silhouetted by the summer light in such a way, apparently, to outline and detail my eyelashes. E couldn't help but stare at them.
"Your eyelashes are so pretty," she said. F looked up from his book, intrigued.
"Talking about harvesting them again?" responded I, giving her a glance over my book.
"No, I am being serious! They are very pretty. So long. Are you sure you don't take care of them?"
Her uncharacteristic candor caught me off guard. "No," said I, "I suppose they are just that way naturally." I stared at my book, but I was unable to read. E and F did not try to make any such show.
"You are so lucky," she said, in a voice with a hint of longing. "Mine are all short. Yours are long and sexy." My face was burning.
F took it upon himself at this point. "Oh my God, he's blushing!"
"What!?" I spat. "I'm not blushing! It's just... hot here... in the sunlight." My pitiful defense died on my lips.
"No, man, you totally are!" F assured me, laughing. "E, you made Mead blush! Wow, that takes some talent."
"Aw, is Mead embarrassed about his long lashes? I'll take them if you don't want them :devil: "
"No," I said, returning to my book, burying m face within, "that is quite alright."
We left shortly thereafter. Even now, I am not sure why I blushed. Was I uncomfotable? Embarrassed? Pleased? E is still a good friend, and everytime she says something to me that would be potentially embarrassing to someone more emotional then myself, I gently remind her that she is the only girl I know that can make a man blush. :o
Thanks for reading.
Twenty years on this Earth and only two occasions. Not bad. I felt like writing about them just because I find these situations humorous in hindsight and, who know? You might too.
#1
The first occasion was about two-and-a-half years ago when I worked my first job. My sister-in-law's mother (does that make her my mother-in-law??? Usually the husband calls her that...) came into the store while I was there. I greeted her warmly recause R is a really nice lady. However, I was incredibly busy and was unable to stay and chat.
R was still browsing the store when J came in. I should explain J briefly, I believe. J is was the girlfriend of one of my closest friends. She is a small Korean girl, perhaps 5'4", 100 pounds or so, and deeply, DEEPLY into anime. I mean, not only did she do cosplay, but she also acted like an anime character when around people, including exaggerated joy and exasperation, and wild movements. She was also a very... "hands on" kind of person. But that is why we all liked her. She was just the right amount of crazy where she wasn't boring, but wasn't creepy. She also liked to tell me I had very smooth skin, to which I would reply that she must mean between the acne and hair.
Did I mention incredibly cute? That comes into play in the next paragraph.
R is something like 15 feet from me when J comes in. Even my (closer) friends don't come visit me at work, so I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She shouts my name in the tiny store, runs up, and launches herself skyward, latching onto my towering 6'0" neck. I bend down to allow her feet to touch the Earth again and return the hug. Even though I am busy, she hangs around and we chat about whatever while I ring up customers. She eventually says she has to go and skips from the store, waving and singing "bai bai!" as she leaves. (Spelled "Bai Bai" for a reason, for those in the know.)
I must have been smiling pretty broadly when R came up. I am ringing up a CD for her and chatting, when she finishes a sentence thusly, "...oh, and what a cute girlfriend you have!"
I cannot remember if I choked, laughed, was taken aback, or all three, but I recall feeling my face burning red hot as I tried to explain who she was, and why I had recieved such a warm reception. I am unsure if I succeeded to this day.
#2
E is another one of my best friend's girlfriend. She is also small (5'3"?) and Philipino (we don't spell it "Filipino" here *shrug*). As you can see, my friends all like their girls Asian (doesn't everyone? (don't answer that)).
Anywho, we joke about E being excessively evil, as she likes to hit and mock her close friends - jokingly, of course. She is actually very nice, we just like to blow her few violent tendencies out of proportion. She has also said that, were she to create a Frankenstein monster, she would only take the prettiest parts of people to craft it, marking for "harvesting" her best friend's hands, her boyfriend's (my best friend's) eyes, and my eyelashes.
Quick backstory: I am a guy with long, thick eyelashes. The kind of eyelashes alot of girls like... on themselves, usually. Elke and I have a running joke where she says she will attack me in my sleep and take my eyelashes, and I say that if she leaves my eyelashes alone, I will become her zombie servant when I die. That is a pretty fair deal, don't you think? :)
One day it was me, E, and my friend, her boyfriend, hereafter F. That makes me, E, F, in case that last sentence was troubling. We were in a Barnes & Nobles, sitting by the window in a reading area, lazing about. I was silhouetted by the summer light in such a way, apparently, to outline and detail my eyelashes. E couldn't help but stare at them.
"Your eyelashes are so pretty," she said. F looked up from his book, intrigued.
"Talking about harvesting them again?" responded I, giving her a glance over my book.
"No, I am being serious! They are very pretty. So long. Are you sure you don't take care of them?"
Her uncharacteristic candor caught me off guard. "No," said I, "I suppose they are just that way naturally." I stared at my book, but I was unable to read. E and F did not try to make any such show.
"You are so lucky," she said, in a voice with a hint of longing. "Mine are all short. Yours are long and sexy." My face was burning.
F took it upon himself at this point. "Oh my God, he's blushing!"
"What!?" I spat. "I'm not blushing! It's just... hot here... in the sunlight." My pitiful defense died on my lips.
"No, man, you totally are!" F assured me, laughing. "E, you made Mead blush! Wow, that takes some talent."
"Aw, is Mead embarrassed about his long lashes? I'll take them if you don't want them :devil: "
"No," I said, returning to my book, burying m face within, "that is quite alright."
We left shortly thereafter. Even now, I am not sure why I blushed. Was I uncomfotable? Embarrassed? Pleased? E is still a good friend, and everytime she says something to me that would be potentially embarrassing to someone more emotional then myself, I gently remind her that she is the only girl I know that can make a man blush. :o
Thanks for reading.