There were several other such incidences over the years between then and now. Any lesser man would have given up on his dream girl. Not me. I wasn’t going to let a few misshapes deter me from my soul mate. She would see that I am the man for her.
That brings me to eight grade science class. It was dissection day. This time Ms. Short had us pair off and I was in place to be with Lisa. She gave me a funny look. I could tell she had been impressed with the changes I was going through. I was a little taller and my muscles were hard and getting bigger. I know, because I checked in the mirror almost every day and to top it off if you looked real close at my upper lip, I was getting an honest to goodness mustache.
We were dissecting a fetal pig, no problem right. Wrong. Big problem, apparently I have a condition, hemophobia; an unhealthy fear of blood. Every other phobia known to man raises your blood pressure and gets you excited, not hemophobia. Your blood pressure drops and well…I fainted. Right next to Lisa; actually right on Lisa.
We both fell. They tell me that caused a chain reaction. Somehow a Bunsen burner was knocked over, the sprinkler system discharged, the school was evacuated and Lisa, my Lisa, suffered a concussion.
2 comments:
Hehe. This is hilarious!!! This is like, the fifth time I've read it and I still laugh!!!!
Thanks for sharing Brownie.
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