|George, pushing everyone out of the way like a total dick|
So I was shocked, nay, DISMAYED when he scooted in front of me before I took my first step. My dream guy straight-up shoved me out of the way. I was horrified.
Stunned, I stood there in disbelief. Am I wearing a potato sack? Are we in a race? Were we on Supermarket Sweep and competing for a cash prize? It was one of the unsexiest things he could have done.
He doesn't have to lay his trench coat down as I cross over a puddle, but I expected at least some manners from the guy. I looked down on him--well, I would anyway; he's 5'5--but now I looked down on his behavior. To say that my boner was killed would be the understatement of the year.