“So do diesel engines use the other oils gas cars do? Like…oil? And transmission fluid?”
Seriously. I said those exact words yesterday. **Palm. To. Forehead.** I’m almost too embarrassed to write about this – admitting it to everyone. Almost.
I do not suffer from Stupid Girl Syndrome. I do not. The idea of dumbing myself down for a man to find me charmingly empty-headed makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t know what happened to me yesterday! Cute guy in my office and suddenly at least 5,623 of my brain cells play dead for a good 10 minutes. Traitors!!!
He talks about lawn mowers and I tell him I killed three of them cutting my own grass. And I giggle. Like an idiot.
He talks about gas vs. diesel engines and I say, ‘Oh! That’s what spark plugs are for!’
Even as I watch my brain capacity dwindle down I am thinking to myself, ‘What?!?! What are you saying?!?!?! SHUT UP! SHUT UP NOW!!!’
I couldn’t stop. I could. not. stop myself. Finally towards the end of the conversation I attempted to salvage what little self-respect I had left by saying, ‘I’m sounding really dumb right now. I’m not that dumb. I just don’t know about this stuff.’
“This stuff”. Like it’s so far beyond my simple little mind I can’t even come up with a word for it.