Lovely Brits

I have a fetish for accents. Any kind really. If it's foreign, my knees turn to jelly. British and Australian really make me liquefy. I know this fact doesn't necessarily make me stand out in the American, female population, but I like what I like. And I like accents. Especially if they are spoken from a male mouth.

Oddly enough, there is a lovely Brit living on the 4th floor of my building. Interesting. For fear of exposing his identity, I shall call him Adam.

I first noticed this lovely male at church when he was asked to read a scripture aloud. When he started speaking, I desperately looked around, trying to find the owner of the accent and my soon to be husband.

It just so happens that one of my friends in my building knows this Adam. I asked him about Adam, and he said he would introduce me if my heart desired. Boy did my heart desire!!!

We were having this conversation in the lounge of my building. A fine place to have it. Didn't think anything of it. As we were speaking about this subject, what do you know, in walks Adam. He presses the button to the elevator and is forced to wait their for it's arrival.

About this time, one would think my David moment would be that Adam overhears Scott and mines conversation. Just wait for it.

Scott starts talking to my Adam. Before Scoot can turn the attention onto me I promptly...

throw myself behind the couch onto the floor.

Yes ladies and gents, I hid. What could cause me to do that? Sheer stupidity.

Oh, another lovely David moment.