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In reply to the discussion: Why did you choose your user name? [View all]Nuclear Unicorn
(19,497 posts)3. How coincidental that you used the expression, "and viola!"
The post that started it all --
The first time I met the man who would become my husband
I was in one of my usual haunts, a coffee house. We sort of spied each other and the opposites attracted. He had a military haircut and way of carrying himself because he was in the Army. I was wearing sandals and a sun dress and had braids in my hair. I chided him about being a soldier, he chided me about being a hippie chick.
He got up and went to the restroom. No sooner did he leave then some guy who had been sitting behind me leaned over and told me I should just stop hanging out with that guy, it would be better if I just hung out with him and his friends (by which he really meant just him). I told him thanks but no thanks. He insisted that "that guy" was bad news. I asked if he knew him and he didn't. Basically it was a "You know how those people are. You should stick with your own kind" sales pitch. Then he put his hand on my hip to try and coax me away --
-- and I proceeded to flip my shit right there in the middle of the coffee house.
Lover Boy came out of the bathroom to see me climbing into other guy's face and cussing him for all he was worth. I think I jabbed the other guy in the face with my finger a couple of times but to be honest I don't remember because I was so furious. Lover Boy stepped up behind me and obviously everyone else was watching so dude left.
Things quieted down, and by "things" I mean "me." When I was regaining my composure Lover Boy said, "For a hippie chick you sure got a lot of fight in you. You're like some sort of nuclear unicorn."
And voila!
I was in one of my usual haunts, a coffee house. We sort of spied each other and the opposites attracted. He had a military haircut and way of carrying himself because he was in the Army. I was wearing sandals and a sun dress and had braids in my hair. I chided him about being a soldier, he chided me about being a hippie chick.
He got up and went to the restroom. No sooner did he leave then some guy who had been sitting behind me leaned over and told me I should just stop hanging out with that guy, it would be better if I just hung out with him and his friends (by which he really meant just him). I told him thanks but no thanks. He insisted that "that guy" was bad news. I asked if he knew him and he didn't. Basically it was a "You know how those people are. You should stick with your own kind" sales pitch. Then he put his hand on my hip to try and coax me away --
-- and I proceeded to flip my shit right there in the middle of the coffee house.
Lover Boy came out of the bathroom to see me climbing into other guy's face and cussing him for all he was worth. I think I jabbed the other guy in the face with my finger a couple of times but to be honest I don't remember because I was so furious. Lover Boy stepped up behind me and obviously everyone else was watching so dude left.
Things quieted down, and by "things" I mean "me." When I was regaining my composure Lover Boy said, "For a hippie chick you sure got a lot of fight in you. You're like some sort of nuclear unicorn."
And voila!
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