When I'm at a loss of words, or feeling uncomfortable, I tend to speak without thinking. Usually I can get away with it, but sometimes I astonish even myself with what pops out of my mouth.
Like today.
When Gwen gave me that sword.
Did I swing it in a strong, purposeful way? Did I say something that was impressively manly, indicating my braveness, and confidence for using the knightly weapon?
No.
I held it awkwardly and said it felt swordy.
Oh God. Maybe I am a girl.
I am so thankful that Golden Boy wasn't there.
Thank. The. Lord.