Friday, January 21, 2005
You Choo-Choo-Choose Me!
A few days ago I was louded out about being intrigued by Miss Sarcastic, AKA She Who Knows Exactly What Buttons To Press In Order To Completely Frustrate Me.
I believe the statement made was, "Smells like a crush to me."
Being the PR person that I am, I am expertly trained in being able to talk and say nothing, or answer questions without really answering if need be (quasi-shady traits, I know - but traits that have come in handy a few times.) So, gauntlet thrown, I chose to dodge, by responding with the question, "What does a crush smell like?"
What I got back was sheer poetry.
"What a crush smells like: Remember when you were a kid and on Valentine's day you had to hand out the obligatory spaceman or Bugs Bunny themed paper valentines? A crush smells like the bag you toted your valentines and candy home in.
If you were the kid that never got a valentine, the smell of the inside of the plastic pumpkin you went trick or treating on Halloween with is a pretty close approximation of what a crush smells like."
Kelly hit it spot on. When you get a chance, you should check out what she's up to...
Poetry! I'm so flattered. You are officially my first person-to-say-something-nice-about-me-who-doesn't-want-something-in-return of the week.
By the way, Mr. Cagey McVague, you still haven't confirmed or denied the original statement.
No, thank you! That was great!
And yeah - i'm dodging a bit, but c'mon! Is it really that much of a mystery?
I feel like I'm approaching this about as suavely as Ernest Becomes Interested in a Co-Worker...