I usually, always, hate being picked up. When people start coming near me with the intent to lift me up off the ground, I always brace myself. I plant my feet on the floor, far apart from each other, and get ready to kick once I’m lifted up. It’s just not something I’ve ever been too comfortable with. Well, after a small-group training session tonight, some of us were hanging around saying goodbye. I stopped to chat with Dan Justin, and after we finished talking about when to meet for the Georgia trip, he just picked me up. Swept me up, twirled me around, and seemed as if he was going to walk out the door with me in his arms. I briefly thought it was weird, but I didn’t feel nervous, or out of control, or patronized. Those have always been my feelings in the past. But Dan didn’t make me feel like that. I felt comfortable; I was having fun. And I was really surprised to feel like that.
Also, I have a crush on Jack Dudley.
Also, I have a crush on Jack Dudley.
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