I Must Remember...

Not to be scared when creepy guys with nasty beardy mustaches stare relentlessly at me on the bus. I must not allow them to intimidate me so that I can look only to either side, not to the front (and get a sore neck). I must also remember not to allow boys in my dance class to yank my arms out of their sockets. Boys, a gentle tug on my hand is sufficient to let me know where you want me to go.

Someone, after I told the story of my scary bus ride, offered to supply me with snide remarks for any awkward situation, because I'm "obviously not sarcastic or vindictive enough." Of course, that same someone told me that Beardy was "staring at you because he was smitten by the glorious thing that is your face" and just couldn't help it because I was "such an attractive woman."

I was simultaneously so annoyed and flustered, I may or may not have turned red (well, I don't know if it showed, but my cheeks were burning), and I had to cover my face with a couch pillow.

PS. Star Trek was really good. So was the company. I'm truly sorry for those who weren't able to make it. Village Inn makes yummy omelets--even in the middle of the night. And motorcycle rides are kind of fun.

:)