Dead, Sea Salt

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything up to my blog. Well actually that’s not exactly true, I’ve written a few things in here, but they’re marked as private so only I can see them. It turns out that blogging can be a little tricky because I want to use this blog as sort of a journal, but the problem is that some of the stuff I want to write about is private and I don’t exactly want the world to see. I also tend keep certain parts of my private life, well, private. Not so much because I don’t want people to know about it as much as I feel if I were to just post it up here, it would somehow lessen the experience of it.

So anyways I’m seeing someone new and things have been going great. She’s sweet, cute, beautiful, smart, and basically everything you could ever hope for in a girl. So in an effort to express how great this girl is I planned a romantic evening. It was actually a lot of fun and it was the first time I had ever put as much effort into it as I did. I’m not going to go into details because I don’t want to cheapen it all down to simple words, but I thought I would share a cute little story from one of the days leading up to it that would hopefully cheer you up.

A couple days before the afore mentioned evening I was at the mall to get my hair cut. That in itself was actually quite the experience since I’m convinced the girl cutting my hair was high on some sort of drugs. In the short course of a haircut she had managed to tell me just about everything that had happened to her in the past few months and I mean everything. Her boyfriends, her x-boyfriends, how they cheated on her, the fights she had gotten into, heck, she even started telling me about her sex life (talk about TMI). But anyways, after that I headed over to Bath and Body Works to pickup a few small gifts.

I wasn’t there for very long before one of the girls working there tried to help me out. I explained that I was interested in the aroma therapy products and wanted something soothing. She took me over to an entire rack of products and gave me a quick description of the basics. I thanked her for her help and then took my time looking over everything. I was somewhat disappointed because they all seemed to smell very pungent which was the opposite of what I was expecting. I guess the stuff isn’t actually supposed to smell all that great and instead the point is how the smell makes you feel. Well I wasn’t buying it (pun intended) because I just couldn’t understand how it was going to relax you if it didn’t smell all that great, so I continued wandering around the store looking for other things.

Eventually the girl came back to help me since I must have had a somewhat bewildered expression on my face. This time I asked her if she had anything that smelled nice regardless of the feeling that it was supposed to invoke. I also happened to know that the girl I was getting this for likes the color green so for some reason watermelon popped into my head. So she took me over to show me their entire line of cucumber melon products (which smelled a lot nicer BTW).

So I grabbed a couple of things and then asked about bath salts. She walked me over to another area and started to explain to me about these great dead sea salts. I stopped her right there for I had to ask, “Ummm… since when is salt ever actually alive? It’s a mineral.” She got a really confused look on her face for a second before she busted out laughing. She then politely explained to me. “It’s called dead sea salt because it’s from the Dead Sea.”

“Oh” :P

2 Responses to “Dead, Sea Salt”

  1. Pauline Says:

    You didn’t know that?!

  2. jason Says:

    bq. You didn’t know that?!

    I do now! :P

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