I was in junior high. We were in the library for study hour (which in my school meant social hour). I had fallen head over heals for one girl in my class (can't remember her name anymore) but back then I was certain that she was the soul mate I had longed for. Anyway, she sat at a four person table with two other girls. I eyed the empty seat as I had eyed her for so long. I finally worked up the nerve to go over and sit down with them.
Now, everyone knew that I liked her. But I had never done anything asbout it. So when I approached the table, her friends began to giggle and snicker and point and generally do thier duties as friends of the object of my affection to make my moment as awkward as possible. Plus, I was a boy. So they were contractually obligated by the National Organization of Mean Little Girls to torture me to no end. But I digress...
I pulled the empty seat out and poured myself into it with a very suave and charming..."h-hey." I could see the stars in her eyes. Marveled at my obvious command of the English language and my mastery of greetign the opposite sex, she replied with a very matter of factly, "hey."
"What next?" I panicked..."The ice is supposed to be broken. We should be discussing children's names by now," I thought. But the silence was deafening.
So in standard casualmadness fashion, I began a series of whitty observations and antectdotes. I would win her with humor. Surely she would see how witty and clever I was and this would be my in.
My humor tactic worked mastrerfully. I had these girls laughing so hard that if they would have been drinking milk, it surely would have been pouring from thier noses. They were laughing, they were chortling, they were reduced to teary eyed blobs of comedic bliss. And since they were laughing (and since I was actaully pretty funny) I was also laughing.
And then it happened...somehow a sneeze snuck it's way into my laughing. I never felt it coming on, the way one usually feels a sneeze coming on. It was just as sudden as a deer in the middle of the street. I never had a chance to cover my mouth.
This sneeze was a particually violent one. From the bowels of my deepest parts I felt this one coming with the force of a tornado. And it seemed to split it's force between my mouth and my nose. The majority, sadly, went to my nose. And out it went carrying lots and lots of snot...all over the table, in front of three giggling girls, one of whom I was sure I would spend eternity with.
Their cries of "ewww" and "gross!" were heard throughout the entire school building. The only thing that I could do was put my head down and cover myself with my arms.
I'm talking about a lot of snot here folks. Much more than you are probably imagining...
She never spoke to me again. My friends and classmates didn't allow me to live that one down for quite some time. Thankfully I started high school the following year.