Dancing With Crazies

I went to Zengo last night, which was great. I was looking at the menu, thinking, "Yum! All these delicious options! What to pick?"

Because almost nothing goes through my mind without showing up on my face or in my actions, while in my mind I was vacillating, apparently I did a little wiggle of "Hmm, I'm not sure what to choose."

My date said, "You like this music?"

"The music?"

"Are you dancing in your seat?"

"Excuse me?"

"You looked like you were dancing. Sitting in your seat."

"Oh. Well, I think I was just kind of, um, thinking about my choices?"

Dancing in my seat. What kind of dork am I?

So then I felt compelled to explain how everything shows on my face, and I talk with my hands (had he noticed? Um, yes.). I realized one day I was walking down the street, one hand holding my cell phone to my ear, the other arm gesticulating wildly.

So he said that for some reason (can't imagine why?) that reminded him of this time that he was walking downtown and he heard this man yelling, "Let me in! Let me in!"

He turned to see a man with his hand folded like a puppet, yelling at himself.

Fantastic.