Doing my fears this month, in case you missed day one.
Day 23: Water
Rate on the scary scale from 1-10: 5
Let my preface this with, I have a vivid imagination.
I don't like it when my feet don't touch the bottom of the pool. I can swim, I'm not afraid of drowning. I'm afraid of the shark that lives in the deep end.
When the hubs took me on a date to uh... can't remember where it was exactly, but it was a pool with a slide that dumped you into the 12 ft deep end. I wanted to go on the slide, and it was early in our relationship so I was trying to impress him with how cool I was, so I went on it with him.
When I landed in the deep end, I surfaced and swam like a mad woman to the 4 ft area. Because if I didn't swim fast enough, I'd be eaten by the pool shark.
I don't know why I thought the hubs wouldn't notice my flailing to the other end of the pool. Or why I thought if he did notice, that would be so sexy of me. So when he caught me around my waist, I squealed, my imagination going crazy and thinking I'd met my demise via shark attack.
He laughed and asked what the rush was. I'm a horrid liar so I told him the truth. The shark that lives in the deep end was gonna eat me and I had to get the heck out of there.
Because he already knew me really well, he knew I was serious about this and patted my head as if to say "I love all your weirdness".
And yet, it doesn't stop him from mentioning the pool shark every time we go swimming.