The ugly Orgasm Story - Afternoon levity Und Valentine’s Day crap ;)

Have you ever watched someone win the lottery on TV, have their heart broken or had an insane [albeit it faked out] TV orgasm?.. it’s that ugly cry.. Ugly, elated face you make when you just don’t care who is watching!  Imbuing the onerous task on myself of being involved in my world and all its details, I had the proverbial “ugly elated cry /orgasm” face when I got a phone call from the MOST unexpected person on the planet.  I am not telling ANY of you who it is ;)  but it was like all the blood vessels in my face and my body shut down my “be cool”.   The giggles just started and I tried to sound intelligent, but all that came out àof what I can remember (you know being mentally shut down and all) ß was uh.. huh.. eerrrrr yeah.. LMAO. It was great – it was that happiness that comes from your liver.

So, when I was about 15 / 16 – I got home one day and there were hoards of flowers, gifts etc. on my mother’s front stoop.  I was like “what the”?? And it was a bunch of Valentine’s Day gifts and cards from random guys and my mom thought it funny to just leave it there till I got home – kinda like a memorial of something.   The weirdest gift was this sterling silver necklace and the pendant was a marijuana leaf.  I still have the card – ha ha..  Oh to be in school on Valentine’s Day – what absolute torture. I am not sure which was worse, the fear of getting nothing or the fear of getting something from that weird guy with the glass eye!  I must admit I never had the ugly cry/ ugly orgasm face on Valentine’s day – partly because even as a youngster, I never had much interest in it. I have always been a hopeless romantic and a passionate person for every kind of love in every kind of form.. but Valentine’s day seems to always ruin the idea for me.

So, this one time (not in band-camp ;) ), I was crushing big time on Shaheed (yes, at this age you don’t care about naming names! LOL)  It was Valentine’s day we were in the same class (I can’t remember the reason the Matrics (12^th grade) where in the same class as us – I was in standard 8 (10^th grade) and it was freezing.. he offered me his blazer which,  ofcourse. I coyly accepted.  We didn’t have much to do in class so I was writing in my diary and chatting to friends.  When the bell rang I handed back his blazer and he shot me the cute smile.. which was now on my mind all day – ** start of ugly orgasm face** As I was just about to board the bus to go home at the end of the day – I feel this tap on my shoulder and there it is.. the smile.  **insert Billy Ocean music here** And my heart starts racing. So he says: “you forgot your diary in my Blazer pocket.” I was embarrassed, hoping he didn’t read it.  Sitting on the bus with freak-smile-on-face – so I get home and just as I flip open my diary about to write:  “I heart Shaheed”.. I see he DID flip through my diary and he wrote a note on a blank page:  “thanks for the compliment… you are cute”.  Embarrassed, a little annoyed at his forwardness but went to sleep with ugly orgasm butterflies..  HA HA.

Happy Valentine’s Day people!