Sunday night, after dinner, Raj and I were sitting at the table, working on our computers. (Where by working, I mean "looking at Pinterest" where I'm concerned. Probably Raj was studying.) He had Pandora playing and while I was in the middle of repinning a sign that said "Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you had only hoped for." he came walking around the table toward me.
Then he took my hand, led me into the kitchen, and we slow danced. I know, right? Extremely romantic.
We were most of the way through the song when Raj dipped me. And I felt the strangest sensation. The butterflies? Nope. It was cold liquid pouring into my sinuses. But from where? Well. Ever since the septoplasty, any fluid that goes into my nose, such as the saline I'd shot up there SEVEN HOURS PRIOR in order to clear things out, can now stick around in some hidey hole in my head that wasn't previously accessable. Then, when I tip my head a certain way, it comes rushing out.
Which it did. Onto Raj's shirt. This is the part in the movie when Molly Ringwald goes running out of the school dance in utter mortification. Except instead, I went for a tissue and Raj dabbed at his shirt with the kitchen sponge. Then we went back to work (or, in my case, "work") on our laptops. No huge panic here.
After all, such things are to be expected when you're dating Lori Graham: Moment Killer.