because saying “i died” is just not enough
then this guy, asked me if my name is really just g.h.
normally, i would roll my eyes and say "umm… yeah…" and depending on my temperament, my body language would convey– now drop it.
but it was different last night. i was willing to give this person a professorial lecture on why i have two letters and two periods for a first name and how the church and government accepted it and how people have been harassing me since kindergarten (that was 13 years ago) because of my name. and oh yeah, about other things, like my parents’ phone number in case he decides to ask my hand in marriage.
talk about being swept off my feet. or in last night’s case, being swept off my stilletos.
