You've got something on your nose
It was a very pleasant evening, with good company and good food.
I was cosied up in a chair by the heater, snickering at the poor brave Viking souls puffing out on the balcony, having an enjoyable conversation with a Dutch guy, and snacking on a delicious homemade tapenade (olive spread) on warm bread. It was dark green, and although tasty, I was careful to avoid spilling any down my front, and cautious to avoid getting any stuck between my teeth.
I finished and set my plate aside, carefully checking to make sure I hadn't spilled it and double checking by running my tongue over my teeth, just to be safe. Suddenly, the Dutch guy picks up a napkin and bats at my nose with it.
"Huh?" I asked, startled by his sudden motion.
"You've got something on your nose."
"I do?" I replied as I brought my hand up to my face.
"No, I don't. I think that's my nose ring you were trying to wipe off."
(fits of laughter)
"I thought it was the tapenade! I was trying to be cute and help you with it!"
"No, it's little and green, but it's not made of olive paste! But I appreciate the thought, all the same."
I was cosied up in a chair by the heater, snickering at the poor brave Viking souls puffing out on the balcony, having an enjoyable conversation with a Dutch guy, and snacking on a delicious homemade tapenade (olive spread) on warm bread. It was dark green, and although tasty, I was careful to avoid spilling any down my front, and cautious to avoid getting any stuck between my teeth.
I finished and set my plate aside, carefully checking to make sure I hadn't spilled it and double checking by running my tongue over my teeth, just to be safe. Suddenly, the Dutch guy picks up a napkin and bats at my nose with it.
"Huh?" I asked, startled by his sudden motion.
"You've got something on your nose."
"I do?" I replied as I brought my hand up to my face.
"No, I don't. I think that's my nose ring you were trying to wipe off."
(fits of laughter)
"I thought it was the tapenade! I was trying to be cute and help you with it!"
"No, it's little and green, but it's not made of olive paste! But I appreciate the thought, all the same."
posted by Curiosa at 3:35 AM
5 Comments:
Gah! That sounded embarrasingly nasty *lol*
At least its something to laugh about and talk about. If you meet him five years later in an elevator and it gets all quiet, you can always bring up the time where he tried to whipe your nosering off.
Imagine how horrible it would have been had he succeeded...
must have been a guy with confidence to do something like that. that's great, tired of the ones that doesn't have any.
LOL! I have had the same thing happen to me, especially when I would wear a coloured ball.
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