Reveries and Passions
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sam.hsieh
twenty.two
biochem.uw
saved.by.Grace
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Friday, April 15, 2005
So I was day-dreaming yesterday...the proceeding is the scenario that played out in my head:
Once upon a decade, I was playing softball...3rd base to be exact. The sun is beaming down gracefully as I prepared for the next batter's viscious hit. "Haha" I thought to myself as I witnessed the helmet clad girl shyly stepping up to plate...from where I was standing, the helmet made her look more like an iron maiden than a fair maiden...
Anywho, the batter warms up, and then...*ping*, the ball is hit...a nice solid grounder...but not solid enough as I used my super fast speed (thanks to the new cleats I've obtained and aero-dynamic clothing) the ball is easily nabbed and thrown to 1st. The ump yells "OUT AT FIRST", instantaneously I see the batter trying to stop, unforunately she doesn't have super cleats on, so in her attempt she trips over the safety bag and proceeded to simultaneously land painfully onto the sharp gravel field.
Luckily for her, I used my quick wits and dashed and caught her in my arms milliseconds away from impact (by this point her helmet had been pulled off by earth's gravitational force and the wind velocity unveiled Rinoa-like hair). Then I said, "You might be out at first...but you're SAFE in my arms." I then proceeded to flash an Adrian-like perma-smile.
"Thank you so much! I sure do feel safe in your arms!" replied the iron maiden turned fair maiden.
"How's your leg feeling now?" I asked with Kwan-like charisma
"It's hurting a bit..." the girl answered.
"Well, lemme carry you to safety." briskly I lifted her up with Brent-like biceps
"Here you go, I hope you get better soon!"
"I sure will, now that you've saved me!" she replied.
"So.." I asked, "You got any plans after the game?" that ignited a spontaneous explosion of pick-up lines outta my mouth. Unfortunately, I accumulated more slaps than laughter from her, she deemed most of my lines quite "distasteful" (I'm assuming it was the booger and baker ones), thus I exited the dug-out and vowed to never use pick up lines again.
THE END.