I am short and sometimes uncoordinated. date me?

I've noticed that there are times in my life where I really feel the need to try to prove that I'm coordinated and have athletic abilities.

Sometimes I fail.
of course nobody is around to witness when i have great epic moments of coordination and strength. I still cling to the belief that i am coordinated at physical activities...i think the real problem is that i crack under pressure and my expectations are always too high...for examples of this continue to scroll down and read every experience I've ever had in my life. like the time i thought i could be a hunter.

I've also noticed that I am pretty much handicapped short. This is great news in the way that I can date pretty much any male over the age of 12 and they'll be taller than me. Bad news in many ways, including: buying jeans, looking like a grown up, reaching for things, getting picked first in any basketball game, dance parties (my head is elbow height), and many other various activities.

Being short also means that my knees are very low to the ground.

i decided to take both my super coordination abilities and my height impairment to work with me last week.
bad move.
I work at Cafe Sabor as a hostess and last thursday i was trying to get a take out order together...i was running around the server station (note the low skill physical activity). and i rammed my kneecap with full body force into the corner of a steel handle.
at the exact moment my knee sent my brain the signal that this was undoubtedly the worst pain i had ever experienced (including throwing up blood in my pee pants after the tonsilectomy)I knew i was a goner. Everything started to go fuzzy and I got really nauseous. I couldn't breathe. My brain went into survivor mode and i instinctively began trying to convince myself that I was going to survive.

1-2 minutes later i hear Kelli saying
"kitty...kitty what happened?!! kitty wake up! kitty! oh no...kitty wake up! please wake up!"
and then i woke up.

oddly enough my first concern upon regaining consciousness was that i was wearing a dress to work and i was now spread eagle on the floor showing the goodies to the world. i mean...lets get real, even when i'm normally conscious i don't get that concerend about showin my goodies to the world. upon closing up shop i then started to wonder how i had ended up on the disgusting server station floor. Colten was hovering over me and says "You know that floor is dirty...right?" oh hey thanks douchebag...cause i was just laying here helpless and passed out on purpose.


Meanwhile Kelli is holding my head in her hands in a way that strangely resembled the death scene of Romeo and Juliet and her face is pale white. I asked her if i passed out...and then got a recap about how i hit my head and started twitching with my eyes rolled back into my head. hello small seizure. Sometimes i forget how low my knees are to the ground. sometimes am not coordinated. sometimes i almost die because of it.


date me?

the end.