While perusing the various veggies during my weekly trip to the Haymarket, I happened upon a lovely Greek man who was selling cashews at a ridiculously good price. I wove my way through the crowds in my post-workout sweatpants and Puffercoat up to the gentleman who looked at me and said, Terrets-like, "you're very beautiful." I responded with a quick 'thank-you' and chalked it up to his being older and into girls that wear full sweats and high ponytails. What happened next is in no way an exaggeration and is NOT the first time it's happened to me...
Dude: Very beautiful. Points at my stomach. Baby?
BIV: I'm sorry, I must have misheard you AND read your body language wrong
BOV: um, no. My jacket's puffy
Dude: No, you big there. Baby?
BOV: NO.
BIV: Give me my flipping nuts you ass.
Dude: No baby? But baby Good (thumbs up)
I proceeded to take half-narcissistic, half-panicked profile glances of myself in every reflective surface I passed for the rest of the day.
Completely unrelated (unless the nuts had some rogue germs sprinkled in), I puked for the first time since 1999 on Saturday night and have just managed to milk down a piece of toast after 31 straight hours of sleep. My body is quickly working off its baby weight and helping me get over my terror of throwing up in general.
Overall a very exciting post House One weekend.
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