I keep falling for Chris

In a very literal sense.

In my mind's eye, I am very graceful, like a cat, or a gazelle even. Clearly, I am delusional. Chris surprised me by taking me out to a fancy dinner tonight to celebrate Valentine's Day. I got all dolled up--low-cut dress and high, high heels--and we sashayed into the restaurant. We had a great table with a lovely view of the Ferry Building and the Bay Bridge. We ordered fancy foods and wines and the whole night was amazing. Sated and giddy, we left the restaurant and hurried to the car (it's cold tonight!) and it would've been an absolutely flawless evening, except for the spectacular tumble I took off the curb. It happened so quickly, I don't even know what happened. One minute, I'm standing on the curb, my hand hooked into the crook of Chris's elbow. The next, the asphalt is rushing up to meet my knees and hand. The only thing that kept me from a full-on splat on the street was Chris's arm. It must've looked hilarious to anyone lucky enough to watch, as I think I kind of just pitched forward like a felled oak. Once I swept up the shards of my ego that were strewn all over the intersection, I couldn't stop laughing. It's not the first time I've totally wiped out for absolutely no reason.

So clearly, I'm not part cat. But I've got lots of "fall down, go boom" in me.