V is one of the toughest cookies I ever met in physical strength and character. But just like Samson, V has a Delilah. And she's an eight-legged creepy crawly.
The first time V admitted his "dislike" for spiders, I assumed he had a healthy preference to avoid them. I learned there was nothing "healthy" about it after we saw our first spider together. The large black (and fast moving) spider was hanging out near my sliding door. As I called, "Look, honey... a spider," V came walking over thinking it was a joke. By the time I realized that V was hanging from the ceiling, I knew I was on my own. The bug spray that saved the day was probably only $5.00... but the hysterical boyfriend was priceless.
Apparently, things are MUCH worse if the spider makes contact - or near contact - with V's body. As V needed a shower during one of his visits, I picked a towel, gave it to him, and left. Then came the scream after the shower. It was a manly scream. Lots of testosterone. Nothing girlie about it. But a scream nonetheless.
I was alarmed and came running to find that the towel had been flung aside. V stood there a damp, naked, shaking mess with huge round eyes staring at it like it turned into an alien. A spider of the same species (smaller but just as ugly) had somehow made a way into the towel I provided. The whole ordeal took about 5 minutes to solve. Much squealing and napkin squishing was involved - and the noises weren't coming from me.
Why did it take 5 minutes or so? After the first attempt to squeeze the life out of Delilah, V moved the napkin and almost passed-out while declaring that the thing... Was. Still. MOVING.
Even after the spider was dead and basically unrecognizable, V gave a long and exhausted reaction...
"I. Need. A. CIGARETTE."
I was left to carry away the dead body after having to scrape it from the towel fibers.
And in the moment that V was able to share his fear without concern that I'd mock him... I loved him even more. How could I not? Isn't laughter an important component of loving somebody? hehe
That was friggin hilarious! Tell him i said, he's a straight up punk ass beyah!!! (lmao) Of course I'm kidding, but I had to say that for the sheer amusement of it. What I wouldn't have given to have seen that play out.
Posted by: BluJewel | April 25, 2007 at 07:13 AM
Girl, it is a blessing for a strong man to trust you with his weaknesses. I have trusted him with mine, and the reward has been an unbelievable bond that we agree only God could construct.
I'm still having moments of speechless amazement at the blessing V has been to my life - and mine to his. And as a close personal friend, you'll hear about the things that can only make it to this blog much later. *wink*
Love you, Blu!
Posted by: Keita Rae | May 01, 2007 at 06:03 PM