This weekend, I had the girl that I've been seeing over for dinner.
I made a decent meal. She seemed to enjoy it and ate more of it then I did. So either it was good, or she is great at faking liking food. We then hanged out for a bit, watched some baseball, etc.
When it got a little late, I took her home. In the elevator down to the garage, I looked at her hand. I noticed a little bump. So I asked, "Do you have a blister?" She looked at me and replied, "No. That's a finger."
I could tell immediately that she was not joking. I panicked for a moment, as I first thought that meant she only had 4 fingers on that hand. As I had held her hand and whatnot before, I thought I would have picked up on that. She continued to tell me about her polydactylism. She was born with 11 fingers and 12 toes. Her parents had them removed when she was a couple days old. There is the little bump on her hand, and I have never seen her feet.
I was a little weirded out. Seriously, what the fuck?
October 15, 2007
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