This is my goofy story that I couldn’t help but share with you. It’s quite amusing in my opinion. I just hope it’s not one of those ‘you had to be there’ kind of stories.
So, I’m just going to get right to the point. I was lying on a hospital bed a couple weeks ago. I was hooked up to all the fun stuff that you need to be hooked up to when you’re about to be put out. As the anesthesiologist started to inject the anesthetic into my IV line, she said, “Relax and think good thoughts.”
Being put out has never bothered me – I’ve been put out more times than I can count so the idea of having good thoughts never crossed my mind before. However, the idea being planted into my mind by her words immediately had me thinking good thoughts…
Can you guess what my good thoughts were about? Here's a little PG-13 rated preview:
Of course I had to think of him and Criminal Intent.
And maybe an interview of him about Criminal Intent.
And then to that sexy hair and smile of his.
Then to him smoking....
And to him and his smokin' hot ass that I just want to grab!
Not a second after she said that, my thoughts immediately drifted to several different images of Vincent D’Onofrio. Most were definitely rated mature, so just use your imagination. How fitting, right? And, of course, about two seconds later I forced the dirty images in my head to stop and my thoughts literally changed to (not joking and excuse the language): Oh, fuck, I’m going to start thinking of him and then my blood pressure is going to rise!
I think I actually began to redden slightly. Then she looked at me and asked if I could feel the anesthetic yet. I simply stated ‘yes’ and then decided it would be better if I thought of a beach, a waterfall, something very unoriginal. I mean, hello! Look at those pictures. I figured picturing a waterfall would be best.
I conked out maybe 10 seconds later, but my last thoughts before I did were: “Oh, yes, this will make a great post for Team 13 Projects! I must share!!!”
How perfect, I thought later when I woke up. I was afraid I wouldn’t remember. Well, I did. It took all I had to not start laughing.
This story just goes to show you the trouble you may get into thinking about Vincent. Hmm. Maybe I worded that wrong. I mean, really, how can you get into trouble thinking about him? *grins*
So, I’m curious now. Any unusual places or situations you’ve thought of him before? As if there are any bad places or times to think about him. =)
On another little note: I’m having shoulder surgery November 5, so I will be out of commission for a little while (I don’t do so well typing one-handed). Let’s just hope I don’t turn red when I think about him - and I most definitely will be thinking about him this time I’m put out. I can't help it now and it's so not my fault! =)