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The kind of thing that only ever happens to me. Feeling: Baffled Post-play-practice hugging. Othello is so good with that stuff, because he's tall and has really, really long arms. But this time, instead of the brief squeeze, he hangs on for a second and asks, my head against his chest, "Katie, do you have a boyfriend?" "No. Why?" "Could I take you out for a drink sometime?" "Sure," I chirp, amazed at how easy my voice makes it sound, although my mind has just finished processing what he said, and the rest of me is in shock. "Okay. We need to improve your self esteem." I pulled back a little. "Wait... what? Is that why you... um, okay, bye." And I left, thoroughly confused. Everyone repeat after me: Whuhduhfuh?! Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |