I didn’t get a proper good morning…
Right before he grabbed me and squeezed the stuffing out of me (or at least it would be stuffing if I was indeed a teddy bear to merit the bear hug he gave me. Since I’m not a stuffed toy, I just lost my breath.)
Can I get a kiss.
It was a statement, not a question, because then he planted his lips on my cheek before I could signal my consent or otherwise. It wasn’t a question so much as a warning that it was going to happen. Ahh.
I just want to take a picture of your hat.
Before he stepped back and I realized I was now posing for a full-length photograph.
Are you up for it?
To which I said, anything you ask me to do, I will say yes. This time, we were talking about the possibility of me serving on a committee.
Why don’t you answer the question I asked?
To which I responded, “Why don’t you ask me the question I want to answer?”
That’s what he said… He, this time, being one of several men I spoke to at church on Saturday. I love them all, most of them are like brothers / father-figures or adopted sons, and they all make me feel loved but out of context, some of their statements probably sound strange and borderline inappropriate.
Click to read more of What He Said about: