We've dated several times thusfar but on our second date we watched The 40 Year Old Virgin. Before leaving for the night I got real serious and said, "I have a confession to make."
The look on her face from beginning to end was priceless. My confession was that I was a virgin. She was totally sucked in, dragged into the boat and whacked over the head thinking I was going to reveal something dreadful. She's catching on to my humor and I hope I can drag her in the boat one more time. Last night we were debating the subject of having one vs. two kids, two boys or two girls, one of each etc... We also talked about the fact we get along so well and have a lot in common so the subject of "What's the catch"
came up. We laughed it off and I sent this e-mail this morning:
I remember we talked about how "We have so much in common, so what's the catch?" I started thinking and I guess this is a good a time as any to tell something that's a little embarassing. I trust you more now, and I think it's a good opportunity to tell you about it w/o fear of judgement or scorn.
I was born with a tail. Yes, I have a tail. Before you laugh or think it's a joke, let me explain:
It is a genetic deficiency thought to be passed on from my Dad. It's actually prehensile in part, which is very rare, and I've been able to move it more and more as I've gotten older, starting when I was about thirteen. Most people born with this abnormality can hide it under their belt line and clothing. Due to it's length I'm able to do the same, but it's very uncomfortable at times. When I'm sitting for a long period of time you may catch me shifting or adjusting quite a bit, but that's normal for me. Because of it's uniqueness, the surgical risks and cost factors most don't have it removed (except for the VERY few who find it useless). For those reasons I've chosen to keep mine. Because of it's prehensile nature I've gotten better with it over the years. I've been known to use the TV remote hands free, tap people on the shoulder and pickup peanuts off the floor. The odd thing is though, my tail is not part of my backbone but just the opposite. It's located about six inches below my belly button.
Other things that could scare you away would be my hunchback, the plate in my head from Vietnam (I get good radio reception now!), my glass eye or the fact I have two left feet. I'll let you decide :)
Was it goofy enough to get a laugh? I thought so