. . .And Then There Was Rain (Part 2, page 2 of 4)


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Part 2

There's a lot of pressure on us guys, that I don't think you women appreciate.--Anyway, I don't know if you've noticed or not, but I'm kind of a nervous sort;

I don't got the jumps or anything like that, I just don't do too well in the conversation department. I'm a little backwards I guess; that's what my mother always said.

God I hated when she'd say that! Backwards.

I don't like that appellation. See? I know words. I don't know why people just can't say, shy; backwards makes it sound like you're stupid or somethin.'

Now don't get me wrong; I'm no Eiestein or anything like that, but I'm not dim either; I did just fine in school; well enough that I've got a dream job; well anyway,

I did when I woke up this morning; I'll get around to that later.--Anyway I finally get up the courage to say somethin' to her, and honest-to-god, all I could think to say was--"So squirrels like nuts, huh?"

Boy what a real Fat-head!

Like I said before, I'm not the greatest coversationalist. But she was real sweet about it; a real peach. She probably noticed how nervous I was.

Cause I was. Gosh, I was never more nervous about anything in my whole life; except when I asked her to marry me. Anyway I never asked her.

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