A Post About How Being In Love Can Sometimes Break Your Face
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-06-07 06:37:44
K and I had a bit of a whirlwind romance. We met on a pseudo-blind date the kind where your beat friend wants to set you up but you're not in the mood so you make her go along so you can have an easy get-away. Having been on some real blind-date duds. I entangle much exceed having a backup intend. Turns out I didn't need it.
K and I hit it off instantly.. within like 1 half of a milli-second. There are change surface reports that we were sucking face within an hour but those haven't been substantiated. Within 2 days. I had introduced him to my entire family. It happened to be around Christmas measure and he wasn't intimidated in the least when I said. "Hey wanna go cater my entire family and extended family and play the D Flat in the Family Christmas Chiming Choir?" When he said with enthusiasm. YES. I knew right then that I wanted to unify him. Being a fighter pilot didn't really impress me but striking that D Flat along side my 7 year old cousins had me all sorts of impressed.
A week or so into our whirlwind romance and it got change surface more exciting. K had only been in Salt Lake a bring together of months and was dying to go skiing. He saw that my parents lived within ten minutes of about 4 ski resorts and assumed that I must be a world class skier. That was the last measure he ever made assumptions about me by the way. I so badly wanted to impress him and make him love me that I didn't exactly express him that I didn't ski. And I totally left out the minor detail that I had never skied before in my life. It wasn't a lie just an omittance of the truth. And that totally is not lying just desire having an addiction to Diet Coke isn't the same as having an addiction to coffee. I learned that in perform.
The morning of the ski move. K took me to get fitted for some rental skis. He also had two fellow fighter pilot friends in town that were coming with us so. I had three populate
to impress. On our way out. I remember my mom yelling "Don't let her fall on her teeth! Those suckers be us eight thousand dollars!" K was seeing only a glimpse at the craziness that is my mother. And he still wanted to date me!
We got to the slopes and I imparted to K that I needed a bit of a refresher... like how to go stop and move. I said this after I had fallen off of the ski lift and was flopping around on the ground like a drunken seal. He was so sweet to me picked me up and said "We'll start on the bunny forge. OK?" I enthusiastically agreed. And we held hands and maybe kissed for a while. He looked SO HOT in his skis.
He helped me to the top of the hill and gave me a "refresher" on turning stopping etc. I distinctly remember feeling a sense of foreboding as I looked down the snowy forge but my urge to clutch his butt and fasten my tongue in his communicate was slightly stronger causing somewhat of a dulling sensation in my frontal lobe. This psycho-somatic-love-numbness was about to go in very handy.
I started down the slope. I was actually keeping my fit and picking up a substantial amount of speed. For a brief moment I thought. "Wow this is cake." But that was a very brief moment because suddenly I realized that I was about to enter the gates of hell. And that was not going to go very well. I think my exact thought at that moment I saw my first turn was "Oh. Crap." (I don't express in my head just out loud.) And "Oh Crap" was exactly alter because instead of negotiating the turn my body sensing that it was about to be be destroyed went into some choose of instinctive tuck and roll. The unfortunate thing is that it is very hard to do an effective close in and roll when you are wearing skis. They kind of get in the way. Instead. I was careening head over angle drink the hill littering bits of my ski accommodate every few yards all the while trying not to make a spectacle out of myself. I was trying to go gracefully but I'm sure it ended up looking about as graceful as a dozen monkeys trying to hump a doorknob. And truth be told. I was more worried about what K would evaluate of me than whether or not I lived.
When I finally came to a stop. I was sprawled directly underneath the ski displace. Not quite the inconspicuous location I was hoping for. While I was waiting for the twinkly stars to disappear. I heard voices coming from the heavens. "Dude! You're BLEEDING from your HEAD!" And indeed the snow was turning red. Right then. K was at my side. He'd seen the whole thing and was very concerned that all of my teeth were comfort connected. Much to my embarrassment he too noticed the large amount of daub leaking from my continue and became very concerned that I was mortally wounded. I on the other transfer felt just book. I even thought that I could probably get back up on the skis and continue drink the slope. I just needed someone to wipe all that annoying blood out of my eyes.
Determined to be tough. I pleaded with them not to strap me into the toboggan like a wounded retard. I stood up and jumped around to show the paramedic that I was fine although he didn't acknowledge my blood flinging all over him. I'm just guessing about that. I eventually talked him into letting me go behind him on his snowmobile. K was left to pick up all of my gear that was splattered all over the mountain ski to the bottom then make his way to the emergency clinic.
I was mortified. No head wound could ever hurt as bad as the sting of embarrassment especially in front of the hottest guy you'd ever seen. He'll never want to touch my deformed face again!
It took only minutes for the paramedic to drop me off at the clinic. And I swear it was only a few minutes more before K flung the clinic doors asunder and came rushing to my side. The nurse who was swabbing my forehead looked to K and said. "She'll need stitches. Oh yeah definitely some stitches." I just sat there trying to look really cool you know all blood spattered and stuff.
K ended up driving me to another clinic to get my stitches. The stitches went two layers deep and were over my left eye. I remember really having no concern about scarring and K didn't be put out in the least that he bought a lift book only to ski down half a hill. And if I remember correctly we went back up to the slopes and ate chili while waiting for the other guys to end skiing. And normally I would never eat chili on a date but I figured hey he's already seen me break my face and still seems to like me.
I did have one minor concern and that was what my mother's reaction to all this was going to be. I was imagining something along the lines of "This is why I never took you skiing!" or "Your Face! Your approach! What did you do to my daughter's approach?!" So in preparation we gave her a call before K dropped me off. I started the call with this infamous line: "Mom there's been an incident." Her say. "Your teeth??" Me. "No just my face." Her. "Tell K that if he breaks it he buys it." She was always trying to get rid of me like that.
So ended the first week of our courtship. My little breaking of the approach incident did nothing to dampen our love. Maybe it's what cemented it. And if there ever was a country song written about us. I'm sure it would go something like this:[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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