So there was this time I went Country Dancing... I know, I'm not that into country and it doesn't compete with Lindy Hop Swing, but I felt like I needed to get out of the house and my friend was going and I went "Sure, why not". Well, there was this one guy who danced with me, talked with me, and then asked for my #. He seemed like a cheerful, handsome, intellectual, righteous sort and I figured, "Sure, why not." Just any other guy, right?
A week goes by and he invites me to go to a dinner dance thing with him at the institute building and I was all "Sure, why not." Then we talked and danced some more like we did the other night and then... suddenly I'm at the doorstep going "What the?.... What just happened?"
Dear life, this is Ninjill bowing to your awesome ninja skills because you have snuck up on me and left me baffled. I don't know if I should be laughing, ashamed, giggling, musing... needless to say I ought to be sleeping but we'll see if that happens any time soon.
The title of this post is so very deep. It seriously set me to thinking about the ninja-like qualities of life.
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