So, the party is in full swing. I am hanging out with the jewelry, the Firefighters are enjoying the party, but Cliff is just mulling around, eating meatballs, cruising around, and every time I look at him he is looking at me. He doesn't look away, no, no, instead he waves at me. I smile - kind of. Cliff is creeping me out. Oh well, at least my Dad is here to protect me. And walk me out to my car.
Cliff makes his rounds and tries to small talk with me but it's just not quite right.
"Enjoying the weather?"
"Uh, not really..."
"Do you make this jewelry?"
This is how it goes....
I grab the ring on my table that looks like an engagement ring and put it on. My left hand.
Cliff comes back for his shining moment.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Do I have on too much body spray?"
At this point I could only imagine what my face must have looked like and what I said to him because in my mind it went something like this...
"Buh, buh, buh...body spray? Like BOD? Who wears that? WHAT?"
Then, having no idea what I actually said because I blacked out, Cliff leans into me. Close. Breaking the personal space law. Where's Dad?!?! Doesn't he see the "engagement ring"???
"Can you smell it? The body spray?" He said it again. Bbbboooddddyyy Sppprrrraaayyy.
Eventually Cliff gave up on me and must have moved on because I told him no respectable man wore body spray and he should simply shower and wear deodorant. Possibly reapply when necessary. I felt I owed it to him to tell him that. After all, it is Christmas.