girlie girl
growing up, there was one thing that i got me mocked by all the other kids. i am not crying over this nor do i have angst but i won't lie when i say it bothered me and i didn't really understand why. i am a girlie girl... save for one thing.
let me digress for a moment here. i never understood why it was funny that i ran like a girl, since, let me state the obvious here, i am a girl. i never understood why i should have to climb a rope in gym class. we never did ballet in gym and i think that would have been just as fair as having to learn to play basketball. i still think that gym is geared towards "boys" and not girls. and for those girls that are athletic and capable of climbing the rope, bully for you.
i have one thing to say to all of you:
god made me a girlie girl. except i can belch better than any boy or tomboy out there. no joke.
this is something that if my mother read my blog, she would be calling me right now telling me that i am disgusting and that she didn't raise me to share this with the world. she would be so morally offended because she is morally offended each time i belch in her presence. and i do it often.
after about three weeks of dating thomas, we were sitting on the floor of his apartment watching tv, eating pizza and drinking coke (my favorite catalyst). now, i had been the picture perfect girlfriend to this point, darling, cute, sexy, hot, fun, sweet, charming, lady-like when it mattered... and not when it mattered.
at this point, i was in my comfort zone and having a good old time when out of my mouth comes an 8.5 on the richter scale. thomas is sitting there, staring at me, in shock, and awe at the sheer resonance and velocity of my belch. a nanosecond after my glorious gas bubble had been released, it occurred to me what i had done. i had marred this beautiful illusion i had created for myself. might as well start scratching my a$$.
in sheer embarrassment, i roll over laughing on the floor and thomas starts laughing with me. i think, in part, to make me feel better. in reality, it was because he knew his manliness had just been taken down a notch.
Nothing like a good belch. Rock on.