Funny things happen to me sometimes.

I have another post I'm planning about last weekend because I have more to say than this, but I have a bit of an amusing story to share.

When I was at camp last weekend on Sunday night, there was a big shindig and afterward everyone in the camp had gone to bed except for a group of us who were still too wound up. So we hung out and talked for a while until we collapsed into a cuddle puddle on the floor of the slightly sketchy dining-hall-turned-recreation-room. Around 1am, this guy named Ethan casually got off the floor, left, and came back with a guitar. Upon his entrance with his guitar, he paused . . . and pulled some roses from behind his back. He proceeded to give one to each of the girls there, telling us that we were all beautiful. Then he then put one of the roses in his mouth and broke into playing stereotypical Spanish music on his guitar with an intense, stone faced smoulder. Rachel, Hannah and I laughed on the floor, Hannah occasionally commented "He's male me. He's male me!" and Jazmin was hysterically shouting "THIS ISN'T REAL LIFE." He was not shaken by the hysterics that were occurring; he continued his little serenading performance to the four of us women without once losing focus. It didn't feel like real life, especially considering that it was during during a 1am cuddle puddle on a floor at bible camp.

So I guess that's the story of how a 15 year old boy I'd just met gave me a rose in the middle of the night at bible camp, and the reason that said rose has faint teeth marks on it. Funny things happen to me sometimes.
Hearts,
Julianne