Thought of one more closet story. On my "honeymoon," I hid in our closet and after partner arrived from being out, I just stayed there, behind the clothes. I stayed there, barely breathing for over 30 minutes, finally she opened the door, reached in for a hanger, and I slowly reached out and grabbed her arm.
She screamed bloody murder then froze. (Yes, same person with whom our first date was at ER for heart condition. Okay, not my greatest idea.) I kept saying over and over, "It's ok, it's just me..." She froze, eyes wide open. I thought I'd killed her.
After she came around I was in the doghouse and I will NEVER do anything like that again.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The Art of Being Still: Use Caution
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Thought of one more closet story. On my "honeymoon," I hid in our closet and after partner arrived from being out, I just stayed there, behind the clothes. I stayed there, barely breathing for over 30 minutes, finally she opened the door, reached in for a hanger, and I slowly reached out and grabbed her arm.
She screamed bloody murder then froze. (Yes, same person with whom our first date was at ER for heart condition. Okay, not my greatest idea.) I kept saying over and over, "It's ok, it's just me..." She froze, eyes wide open. I thought I'd killed her.
After she came around I was in the doghouse and I will NEVER do anything like that again.
Thought of one more closet story. On my "honeymoon," I hid in our closet and after partner arrived from being out, I just stayed there, behind the clothes. I stayed there, barely breathing for over 30 minutes, finally she opened the door, reached in for a hanger, and I slowly reached out and grabbed her arm.
She screamed bloody murder then froze. (Yes, same person with whom our first date was at ER for heart condition. Okay, not my greatest idea.) I kept saying over and over, "It's ok, it's just me..." She froze, eyes wide open. I thought I'd killed her.
After she came around I was in the doghouse and I will NEVER do anything like that again.
Thought of one more closet story. On my "honeymoon," I hid in our closet and after partner arrived from being out, I just stayed there, behind the clothes. I stayed there, barely breathing for over 30 minutes, finally she opened the door, reached in for a hanger, and I slowly reached out and grabbed her arm.
She screamed bloody murder then froze. (Yes, same person with whom our first date was at ER for heart condition. Okay, not my greatest idea.) I kept saying over and over, "It's ok, it's just me..." She froze, eyes wide open. I thought I'd killed her.
After she came around I was in the doghouse and I will NEVER do anything like that again.
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