First impressions ....
So one day I am sitting in the Great Hall with a wonderful group of girls from my hall, which is always a good decision. I am laughing, eating, and talking ... most likely all at the same time, for although third central is usually most proper and manner-conscience, there are times when even the best of us lose focus and slide just a bit. So as I said before, I am sitting at the table perhaps not displaying the most exemplary show of table edicate, when suddenly I notice that very near to me, an extremely attractive young man has sat down.
I must here confess to have noticed this certain person on prior occasions and to have been rather taken aback by certain attractive qualities that this aforesaid person possessed ... and I am of coarse referring to his attractive intellect and morals ... but as chance (or destiny) would have it, this extremely smart and virtuous person happened to be sitting very close to me. Thus for a few seconds I will admit to being caught off guard ... and by off guard I mean that I was staring in wide-eyed wonder at him with my jaw slightly opened. Don't worry though, I was very quickly brought out of this trance by a small clump of chewed food (which I forgotten was still in my mouth) that happened at that opportune moment to plummit from my lower jaw to my lap.
At a moment such as this, one doesn't worry about the rest of the food in their mouth, the stain that might possibly never come out of their jeans, or even if your friends saw this embarrassing display of eating. There is just one thought that is overriding all the others, and that thought is: "Did he see it happen?" So I slowly turned my head toward him, very smoothly but with my fingers crossed, to see if my blunder had been noticed.
Well, needless to say, it had been noticed. I tried to talk ... to say something, anything to take attention away from the blob of food in my lap. This was a bad decision, since in doing so I spewed yet more food out of my mouth. Thus, I found myself in a desperate situation and was forced to resort to the last thing that I knew of to do. Now let me say here that I have been told by certain guys, who I feel to be pretty reliable, that one of the number one appropriate ways for a girl to get a guy's attention is for her to "bat" her eyes at them. Thus, with dignity and grace gone, I clung to the last thing that I had (my eyes) and batted away. And it worked; I definitely got his attention.
Let me just go ahead and tell you right now that "batting" of the eyes is an art that apparently can take years to master and is not just something that one should try on the spur of the moment. So in the end, I was sitting there surrounded in regurgitated food, blinking my eyes frantically.
The moral of this story?
1. If nothing else, there is always a good laugh to be had in these situations.
2. My pride was hurt, and that's good for me sometimes.
3. The whole "chew with your mouth closed" rule that my mom continually told me child turns out to be more important than some might think.
So one day I am sitting in the Great Hall with a wonderful group of girls from my hall, which is always a good decision. I am laughing, eating, and talking ... most likely all at the same time, for although third central is usually most proper and manner-conscience, there are times when even the best of us lose focus and slide just a bit. So as I said before, I am sitting at the table perhaps not displaying the most exemplary show of table edicate, when suddenly I notice that very near to me, an extremely attractive young man has sat down.
I must here confess to have noticed this certain person on prior occasions and to have been rather taken aback by certain attractive qualities that this aforesaid person possessed ... and I am of coarse referring to his attractive intellect and morals ... but as chance (or destiny) would have it, this extremely smart and virtuous person happened to be sitting very close to me. Thus for a few seconds I will admit to being caught off guard ... and by off guard I mean that I was staring in wide-eyed wonder at him with my jaw slightly opened. Don't worry though, I was very quickly brought out of this trance by a small clump of chewed food (which I forgotten was still in my mouth) that happened at that opportune moment to plummit from my lower jaw to my lap.
At a moment such as this, one doesn't worry about the rest of the food in their mouth, the stain that might possibly never come out of their jeans, or even if your friends saw this embarrassing display of eating. There is just one thought that is overriding all the others, and that thought is: "Did he see it happen?" So I slowly turned my head toward him, very smoothly but with my fingers crossed, to see if my blunder had been noticed.
Well, needless to say, it had been noticed. I tried to talk ... to say something, anything to take attention away from the blob of food in my lap. This was a bad decision, since in doing so I spewed yet more food out of my mouth. Thus, I found myself in a desperate situation and was forced to resort to the last thing that I knew of to do. Now let me say here that I have been told by certain guys, who I feel to be pretty reliable, that one of the number one appropriate ways for a girl to get a guy's attention is for her to "bat" her eyes at them. Thus, with dignity and grace gone, I clung to the last thing that I had (my eyes) and batted away. And it worked; I definitely got his attention.
Let me just go ahead and tell you right now that "batting" of the eyes is an art that apparently can take years to master and is not just something that one should try on the spur of the moment. So in the end, I was sitting there surrounded in regurgitated food, blinking my eyes frantically.
The moral of this story?
1. If nothing else, there is always a good laugh to be had in these situations.
2. My pride was hurt, and that's good for me sometimes.
3. The whole "chew with your mouth closed" rule that my mom continually told me child turns out to be more important than some might think.
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