Absorbing the chill pill. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

So, she’s doing stuff by the safe, and well, it was that concert of her shirt riding up and her pants riding down. I look back at what I’m doing and say,

“You should have been a plumber.”

I look back at her and she’s giving me this glare. Ha ha.

I could tell it was a playful glare, but still. Her buttcrack showing is relatively in lulz territory, but I still have this paranoia of making her uncomfortable.

So. I went with the direct approach later. Saying all “Now that you know my personal bias for you, are things like that more or less uncomfortable?” or something. I recounted the time our innuendo was through the roof, so I pulled her aside and told her that if I ever make her feel uncomfortable to tell me.

She reminded me that the day she met me, she told me (about the time) she shit her pants. To not worry.

I think this is just a manifestation of my self-esteem. That worry that I’ll be that male.

I gotta remind myself that I’ve earned her trust. Unless I start routinely pinching her ass or some shit, I’m probably safe.

She’s the weirdo that. Let’s suppose I wash my hands but don’t dry them. And then run a finger on her arm. She’ll be all, “oooh, you got me allllll wet.”

Maybe.

When you’ve been through the blender of life like I have, you become way more appreciative of those few people. LIfe’s too short to not show appreciation for those you care about.