I am sorry this topic has absolutely nothing to do with swimming, but that is the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and who else would I share it with but my beloved swimming community :-)))
Anyways, here is what happened to me today.I went to Mall of America to do some shopping.I mean I finally set aside money to invest into something non-related to swimming.I am definitely not a shopaholic, but today I felt the urge to get into some new clothes.Well, afew hours after browsing that huge concentration of temptations I gathered quite e few purchases.To top it off I decided to get myself some cool jeans, so I ended up in one of the clothing shops.I had some trouble finding my size and I caught an eye of A GORGEOUS young lady that was working there and asked her to help me out(well, because she was so good-looking, I obviously had even more trouble finding stuff :-))).She turned out to be a sweet-heart and pretty much guided me through all my shopping experience at this little shop and I finally had 2 pair of jeans that I liked after trying out thousands of them(well, not exactly that many, but you know what I mean).So it was time for me to go, but I kinda felt reluctant to leave without having a little chat with that cutie.So I asked her name and stuff and we had a pleasant little conversation.Man, she told me to stop by some time to say hello :-)))Maybe she liked me?'Cause I surely liked her, lol:))
Anyways we finished talking, smiled to each other, wished each other good night and all those things and I headed out home thinking about nothing but that girl I just met.
Ok, guess what happened when I got home?I realised that the girl totally stole my brains at the moment when we were talking, BECAUSE I LEFT THE STRORE WITH THE JEANS IN MY HANDS FORGETTING(I MEAN FORGETTING!!!!) TO PAY FOR THEM!!!
OH my GOD!!!I never shoplift or anything of a kind and never ever anything like that happened to me!
Should I go back there tomorrow and pay or is that going to look weird?The most amazing part is that the jeans had those magnetic devices but they obviously never got activated or whatnot...
WOW, I mean WOOOOOOOOOOW.I must have really liked the girl, 'cause my brain was obviously paralized for that moment...I promised her I would stop by again :-)))She told me when she works.I was trying to be a decent guy and not jump into the whole "Can I have your number" thing right away, lol.
Man, all I have to say is : women are trouble , or from the woman's view on the situation it could be: men are so stupid!!!
You can't do that if she lives in a single-level house. What would you do?? Crouch below her window and sing??
What you could do in this situation is first dig a hole so that only your crooning mouthparts extend above the earth's surface. If the song goes over well, ascend triumphantly into her waiting, and quite possibly quivering, arms.
If, on the other hand, it bombs, just bury yourself along with your ukelele, humiliation, and unrequited love in the pre-dug grave. The next spring, when a well-fertilized lilac blooms by her window, the petals the exact pink-going-to-scarlet hue of your blushing embarrassment, she will think to herself: What a fool I was not to see True Love when he sang to me last winter! Sigh! Then she'll cut the flowers and place them in the vase on the kitchen table and fry patty sausage for her brutishly macho ass of a boyfriend.
You can't do that if she lives in a single-level house. What would you do?? Crouch below her window and sing??
What you could do in this situation is first dig a hole so that only your crooning mouthparts extend above the earth's surface. If the song goes over well, ascend triumphantly into her waiting, and quite possibly quivering, arms.
If, on the other hand, it bombs, just bury yourself along with your ukelele, humiliation, and unrequited love in the pre-dug grave. The next spring, when a well-fertilized lilac blooms by her window, the petals the exact pink-going-to-scarlet hue of your blushing embarrassment, she will think to herself: What a fool I was not to see True Love when he sang to me last winter! Sigh! Then she'll cut the flowers and place them in the vase on the kitchen table and fry patty sausage for her brutishly macho ass of a boyfriend.
