in-media-res
01-12-2008, 12:54 AM
My girlfriend just nearly found out about my cding. In fact, if she had looked down just once, it would have been all over. The full story goes like this.
I'm essentially home alone for the weekend. My girlfriend is staying at a hotel nearby so she can party with some friends and I can have some peace and quiet over the weekend. So, just having gotten home from running errands after dropping her off, I'd decided to paint my nails as it's been something I've wanted to try for a while now. Everything is going fine, if a little out of the lines :p, and I'm finished with my hands and letting them dry. So I decide to start on the toes. I barely get started on the first one when the phone rings. It's my girlfriend. She's come back really quick to pick up some stuff she forgot.
Oh crap.
Thus begins the mad scramble of me tossing the nail polish under the bed, as well as the cute headband I had put on. All the while I'm thanking god that I locked the door so she couldn't just waltz in. Then of course my mind switches to the other issue at hand, how do I hide my nails? Then it hits me, gloves! So I rush to my only pair and realize...fingerless.
Double crap.
So I toss them on anyway and go to unlock the door before she starts getting annoyed. I figure I can just keep my hands in my pockets or something. So she comes in and I do an okay job of keeping my nails out of sight. When she goes for a hug, I move my hands fast enough to get them behind her back without her noticing. Then I remember my toes.
Triple crap.
I'm thanking god she hasn't looked down, or if she has, she thought the polish was just a shadow or something. So as she's going off to get what she came for, I say that my feet are cold, rush back to my room and put on some socks. Then for the next few agonizing minutes, I keep my hands hidden until she leaves.
I swear, the goddess of dressing was looking out for me tonight or something. Now I have to go back and fix my nails :mad:. Better than getting caught I suppose.
I'm essentially home alone for the weekend. My girlfriend is staying at a hotel nearby so she can party with some friends and I can have some peace and quiet over the weekend. So, just having gotten home from running errands after dropping her off, I'd decided to paint my nails as it's been something I've wanted to try for a while now. Everything is going fine, if a little out of the lines :p, and I'm finished with my hands and letting them dry. So I decide to start on the toes. I barely get started on the first one when the phone rings. It's my girlfriend. She's come back really quick to pick up some stuff she forgot.
Oh crap.
Thus begins the mad scramble of me tossing the nail polish under the bed, as well as the cute headband I had put on. All the while I'm thanking god that I locked the door so she couldn't just waltz in. Then of course my mind switches to the other issue at hand, how do I hide my nails? Then it hits me, gloves! So I rush to my only pair and realize...fingerless.
Double crap.
So I toss them on anyway and go to unlock the door before she starts getting annoyed. I figure I can just keep my hands in my pockets or something. So she comes in and I do an okay job of keeping my nails out of sight. When she goes for a hug, I move my hands fast enough to get them behind her back without her noticing. Then I remember my toes.
Triple crap.
I'm thanking god she hasn't looked down, or if she has, she thought the polish was just a shadow or something. So as she's going off to get what she came for, I say that my feet are cold, rush back to my room and put on some socks. Then for the next few agonizing minutes, I keep my hands hidden until she leaves.
I swear, the goddess of dressing was looking out for me tonight or something. Now I have to go back and fix my nails :mad:. Better than getting caught I suppose.