No Escaping Dweebdom

I took her to the Scottish Highlands,

Just north of Santa Cruz?

I wanted to show her my daffodil farm.

We took Trisket along for the run

and on our way back, as we were facing the sunset,

it was mostly overcast, cool and wet from a recent rain,

I kissed her. 

She pulled away

and I went down.

My chin hit her knee

and knocked her down,

and we both landed in a big wet puddle. 

Trisket began to bark...

"I became a dweeb standing beside yourself," I mumbled, looking around to see if anyone else was watching.

"No. What? I'm just not ready for that, kind of,"

"What about all that wanting to say yes, yes, yes to the world? I thought you meant, something..."

We kept the ball flying around pretty quick for the next couple of exchanges, until we settled down and were both back on our feet. Then we started cracking up. We must of laughed for over 10 or 15 minutes. I helped her wipe the mud off her face and kissed a scrape on her palm.

Then as moinly as could be, she said, "you are a danger to yourself and others, you know? You could be locked up." 

After that there was no stopping us.



© Donald Grube, 2010