It took over two and a half weeks for him to ask me out, and even then I had to instigate things. "You can buy me lunch," I texted him, hoping he might get the hint and buy me lunch or something.
He got it. And now here we are sitting in a park in the sun with his arm draped over the back of the bench behind me like it doesn't matter.
"Where did you get that?" he asks, pointing at the scar on my chin. I like the way he looks at me, steadily, like he doesn't care who gets turned to stone. I don't have an answer, though. Nobody ever asks about that scar; nobody's ever been close enough to see it, I don't think.
I look up to the left side of my brain where I shelve the stories. I must have something about a girl with a scar on her chin. But nothing is alphabetised — it's chaos up there! — and all I can think about is kissing him.
"Are you making something up?" he asks.
"Shark attack," I say, eventually, decidedly. And then I look away again.
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A shark attack? That's THE most unlikely story. I mean, a shark would have had yer whole head off in a jiffy, and then got started on the torso. The chin scar, that was obviously from the skiing accident at Baden-Baden.
ReplyDeletetell him you cut yourself shaving.
ReplyDeleteWell, Miss Annie, for what could be car-crash blogging you certainly have some adroit moves.
ReplyDeletebut what happens when he reads this?
ReplyDeletewhy are you blogging while on a date!? stop it now!
ReplyDeleteShark attack! You are hilarious. Also you write so tenderly about the sweetest things. Yay for the new blove interest!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous said...
ReplyDeletebut what happens when he reads this?
I don't know :(
He sees deep into my soul and this whole thing is over before it's even begun?
Duelling scar?
ReplyDeleteAnd is he the anonymous commenter asking what if he reads this? Come on, own up.
"all I can think about is kissing him( her)"
ReplyDeleteEvery date.
No,no,no...It was from the knife fight with the Bulgarian Secret Agents on the Metro in DC. Remember?
ReplyDeleteOr does that sort of thing happen a lot?
Oh and if he gets to scar viewing range again just bloody well kiss him.
No, that wasn't him. anonymous isn't his style.
ReplyDelete>> 'bloody well kiss him'
easier said than done, chica.
*Giggle* I have a pretty big deep scar on my chin and I always tell people it was from a shark attack. Sounds much more exciting than falling out of bed on a tin doll house.
ReplyDeleteShark attack is my favourite thing you've ever written.
ReplyDeleteOMGosh, I luv it...I'm still laughing...is he? I'm sure he couldn't keep a straight face...if he did, you should have tickled him to make sure he was awake...8o)
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