So today I went with my sister after classes to downtown Denver to celebrate my brother-in-law's birthday, which just happens to be on Cinco De Mayo. Josh's friends were all there, including two of his Groom's Men from the Wedding. One turns to me, and goes, "I think we've met before." And I reply, "Yeah, I threatened to stab you with a fork."

That was probably not the best thing to say, though it is completely true.

A little back story: At my sister's wedding reception, I basically sat on the side lines. All of the other Bride's Maids were on the dance floor with multiple partners. I don't like to dance. I have no sense of rhythm with my feet. So this Groom's Man, Rick is his name, comes up and asks me to dance. I know that he thinks I'm not out there for a lack of a partner. I turn him down politely six or seven times. The eighth time, he says "Come on" and grabs my arm.

One- I don't like to be touched. Two- I really don't like being touched by men. Three- I HATE being touched by men that I don't know. Out of reaction, I grab a fork, and say, quite seriously, "Don't make me stab you with a fork". It was quite effective.

I'm being to think that I should think a little before I talk.