The other day, I received what I thought was a final effort from the laser hair removal place to advertise their extended Black Friday sales.
I didn’t fully read the subject line, since only the beginning shows up on my phone without opening the actual e-mail, but I saw the sender, and so opened it to see if their Cyber Monday piece to their Black Friday sales was anything worth noting.
I scrolled down, searching for the expected pricing options, but couldn’t find any… the e-mail wasn’t making any sense, somehow.
Where were the Cyber Monday discounts I expected to see inside this e-mail?
I was processing what on Earth this e-mail was from the laser hair removal place for Cyber Monday and Christmas Presents….
I read the bottom piece first, and hen went tot he top of the screen to see if I could make sense of it all…
Like What does that have to do with hair removal….? Does the hair really make that big of a difference for people? And what does it have to do with having babies….?
I was completely lost in this e-mail.
I needed to start from the beginning again.
And then I scroll up to see this:
And then super sexy guy at the gym walks in the door, we look each other right in the eyes, and I feel like my face turns bright red.
I say hi to him, somehow able to talk, despite my brain still being in the middle of processing this whole e-mail thing, and simultaneously panicking that he definitely can read my mind and the e-mail currently showing on my phone, and he knows exactly what I’m contemplating at the moment (i.e. vaginas and babies and sex)…, even though he 100% has no way of knowing what I’m thinking unless I were to tell him, and he is too far away to see my phone.
I can’t bring myself to share with him the embarrassment I am feeling, and so I message my friend who gyms with me (and who, of course, knows how firmly I stand on the belief that this guy is the most gorgeous and attractive person I have ever known in real life), and tell her what has just happened.
She laughs at the part where the super sexy guy walks in, and then asks simply, “Is it the vagina steamer?”
I laugh something terrible in the inside, and tell her, “Didn’t even get that far,” because I didn’t, and she laughs once again.
Of course she knows all about this thing of which I had never even heard.
Eventually, I start smiling, as my embarrassment fades and my logic finally wins against my panicked insanity, and I finally can enjoy the hilarity of the situation, as opposed to only knowing it to be hilarious without actually feeling anything beyond panic and embarrassment. 😛
It was a good couple minutes, that was. 😀