Blushing

Pretty much everything used to make me blush. I blushed at the thought of blushing. Other blushers will be familiar with the symptoms.

I once went out for dinner with a Brazilian show-jumper I rather fancied. I only understood about 20% of what he said, but hey, I didn’t feel it would matter much. Until he asked me a question, to which, after having made him repeat it four times, I hazarded a yes with a small smile. At his shocked reaction, I quickly amended that to a mumbled no. But I could already feel the tell-tale blush rising from the soles of my feet. And by the time he asked “why?”, I was on fire and incapable of speech even if I had known what we were talking about.

He looked at my scarlet face with some alarm and asked if I was alright... I cant remember much beyond that, but I have a feeling the evening ended swiftly.

I still sometimes wake up sweating when I remember that particular episode.

Luckily I hardly ever blush anymore. Except when caught stealing chocolate.