As I walked into church with my black peacoat and scarf cinched up to my chin as to not let the canadian-esque winds get to me; I thought this would be the same ole' service. I make my way past a few groups of people being ever gracious, smiley, and courteous. I stopped to talk to my friend Ashley, she seemed extra smiley and her eyes grew wide. I, thinking maybe she's just really happy today, didn't ask. I am talking to her about my usual escapades of life, love, and the pursuit of happines, when I hear,"Have you met sarah?" I whiz around to see who this person is only to look eye to eye with you a.k.a. the person who makes me forget I have legs. He calmly and cooly says,"Yeah...you went to go see Sweeney Todd with us." All I can do at this point is nod and hope that I don't drool on his feet.
Needless to say, church was a bust that night. My preacher could have been saying that Jesus was in the sky with a white horse and I woudn't have noticed. After the service had ended he turned around and began speaking to us. I'm not actually sure what he said. All I know is that I laughed....a lot. I remember thinking you are being one of the silly giggly girls that you can 't stand. I remember thinking this is not funny....why are you laughing you crazy laugher?!?! Skip to the next night when a group of us went to see "Cloverfield." I am cool, calm, and collected. I knew he was going to be there but pep talks to myself in the car before I arrived seemed to have help the nerves. This logic goes out the window when I see him. I have never met anybody who makes me nervous like that. I just start laughing again....it's my fatal flaw.
One day I'll stop laughing.....maybe.
