Boy Hunt: Confidence Pants Edition

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Geeraff stepped it up for Confidence Pants Week—find out what happened! —Sparkitors

KABOOM!

You weren’t ready for that, were you? I thought not! Because there’s no way you, or even my friends, or even me, could have prepared for the ginormous explosion of bravery that happened in my confidence pants.

Seriously.

Something has happened to Geeraff.

But first, we almost struck catastrophe. It happened one day when Mama K, Jasmine, and I were late-lunching with Benedict Arnold. Since I had just finished writing my latest post, I brought my laptop with me so Mama K could proofread. (Well, actually, more like I forced her to read it, then stared at her and demanded, “why aren’t you laughing?!” every time she showed a hint of a smile.)

But anyway, while this staring-and-reading was going on, Jasmine stopped thinking. Because she excitedly turned to Arnie and said, “did you know that Geeraff writes a blog?” to which he responded “oh, really? I hear blogging is the new thing. What’s it about?”

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Sorry. They just tested the fire alarm in my building. I scare easily.

Where were we? Ah, yes. The point where I turned my in-the-way-of-an-oncoming-train stare towards Benedict Arnold. And my what-have-you-done-you-dummy stare to Jasmine. And my don’t-just-sit-there-help-me-please stare to Mama K. But somehow, I managed to pull off an excellent cover:

Geeraff: Uh, it’s... it’s about boys. And how I can’t talk to them.

Arnie: Oh, cool. So I probably won’t want to read it then, huh? (Casually laughs.)

Geeraff: RIGHT.

So I fixed Jasmine’s blunder. For now.

And during this same late-lunch, Arnie accidentally said I was pretty! Remember (probably not) when I told you there was another girl that was a’courtin’ Hodgins? Well, there is. Aaaaaand... I’m pretty sure she hates me. Like, 73% sure.

But we were talking about her a little, and Arnie popped in with a “I’m sure she’s no match for Geeraff.” Which was AWESOME. In case y’all can’t tell from my jokes, I’m gorgeous. No lie. Ask my mommy.

So... yep. It’s Confidence Pants Week. Which, in fact, started off in a panic, because as I was reading all of the comments in response to my warning to Hodgins to watch his back, this was what I was muttering to myself:

Geeraff: Heh heh. Wait, what plan? What. Plan? PLAN?!

I realized that everyone thought I had a plan, when if fact, I. Did. Not. Have. A. Plan. So, like I said, I panicked. What was I going to do?! A day passed. And another. And another. And I still had no plan to execute in celebration of Confidence Pants Week.

That is, until one night at dinner. You see, every month, there happens to be a type of variety show that Mama K and I like to attend. There’s lots of good singing, bad singing, poetry jams, and technical difficulties. Trust me, it’s a fun night.

And usually, only the two of us out of our group of friends can endure this variety show. But when Hodgins and friend came to dinner and sat near the end of a table that was on our way out the door, inspiration struck. And, more importantly, when I chanced a glance at Hodgins and saw him looking at me, I found myself suddenly clothed in the glorious, beautiful, sparkling cloth that was my confidence pants.

(Cue echo of thunder through a dark mountainside.)

We put our dishes away. We grabbed our coats. My friends filed behind me, letting me, (the General Store) lead my troops to battle.

I walked RIGHT up to Hodgins and friend and said hey and asked if they were going to the variety show.

...

Hodgins was silent. He said nothing. Nada. Zilch. Othing-na. N-inig-oth-inig-ing. (That last language is Gibberish. Yes, I am fluent. Yes, you should be jealous.)

But his friend seemed very excited that I was standing there. (Well, so was I, since I couldn’t feel my legs.) And he said they could definitely make an appearance. Then I even looked right into Hodgins’ eyes and said, “So, I’ll see you there?” To which they both said yes. And I could safely walk away.

However, even though this amazingly brave quest of mine went pretty well and seemed like an actual normal thing to do, I could not fight the forces that made me turn it into a Geeraff-style awkward situation.

So while all of my friends found the simple route around the room towards the exit, I decided to fight my way through the middle, having to stop and push every chair out of my way or squeeze uncomfortably past other people sitting down.

It took me 4 years to leave the room.

But did I make it to safety? Yes.

And did I have a successful encounter with Hodgins? Yes!

And did they show up to the variety show and sit down on the floor next to us even though I couldn’t physically see Hodgins because Mama K’s voluptuous curls were in the way? Well... YES!

(Cue those awesome confetti canons that make a SWOOSH noise when they’re fired.)

P.S. Both to the anonymous Sparkler with the ginger spawn and to Animated_Apathy, you are wonderfulidiflic. Honestly, I giggled when I saw you had mentioned me. Then I snorted cause I was so flattered. Then I chuckled darkly, because my plan to slowly take over SparkLife is working...

We need more details about the show. Was there any flirting???

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