Son of a Bee Sting!

So, my duplex is being repainted and the owners have hired quite the motley crew. They're all a little rough around the edges and made up of your stereotypical bad boys. I have no interest in dating bad boys, but there's one on the crew who if I ever were to have a bad boy fling, he'd be the one I'd have it with. Blond hair...gorgeous blue eyes...muscles...ohhhh the muscles! Yum! Mr. Yummy and I have had some small talk, made eyes at each other, and he's done the man thing and shown off a bit, and it's all been thrilling!

They've been working for a while and have practically set up shop in the neighborhood. They have a dumpster set up outside the duplex, which is doubling as a condo for bees. The bees were all over the place, and made themselves at home in my duplex after the door had been left open. I'd already knocked one bee off my shirt when I noticed 5 more swarming at the window. I, of course, asked Mr. Yummy to aid me in killing the bees, which he obliged. As he was killing said bees, I had moved over to my bookshelf and was attempting to dust when I accidentally knocked some of my things over. As I went to replace them, Mr. Yummy rushed to my side and began helping me. It was as our hands brushed that I felt something on my leg. I had the classical "What the..." moment, and realized in horror that a bee had traveled up my pants leg and was now canvassing the back of my thigh!

What was I to do?? I couldn't de-pants in front of Mr. Yummy! I couldn't allow the bee to sting me either... so, logic took over and I decided that the bee must die. It had to be quick and discrete. Mr. Yum-yum must never know that a bee was crawling up my leg. Mr. Yummy was arranging my minutia on the shelf, so I quickly located the bee and gave a quick squeeze. I was answered with angry buzzing and a resounding sting. I was able to maintain my composure despite being stung and dealt the final death squeeze...which left me with a lovely brown stain on my khaki pants.

Luckily, I was able to shoo Yum-yum away before he noticed the stain, but if this isn't a testament to my luck with guys I don't know what is! Lord help me if I ever meet a guy I would actually want to have a relationship with!