Last night was Cabaret Night at the law school. We had a casino, a variety show with student performers, and auctions to raise money for the school's public interest fund. During the night I started a conversation with Practice Dummy, a girl I've liked for a few months. Two minutes into the conversation I accidentally jabbed her really hard in the stomach. Two minutes after that I spilled water on her dress.
I was mortified after hitting her but she seemed to take it in stride. At first she thought I'd punched her. I asked if I'd hurt her, and she said, "Didn't you feel my rock hard abs?" I replied, "I have no feeling left in my fingers of steel," and blamed that on my extensive Shaolin kung fu training. She nodded in understanding. I added that if I'd actually punched her, I would be apologizing to her tombstone right now. Smoooooth.
When I spilled water on her a little later, she asked if I was drunk. Of course I wasn't; I'd been drinking water all night. I walked away before I accidentally set her on fire or something.
I feel like I'm in friggin' middle school again.
