EEEEK!!!

Author’s Note: No blog post this Sunday, Dear Readers.  I’ve got some friends and family coming in town tonight and I will be doing some F&F entertaining on Sunday.  See you Thursday, June twenty-ninth.  Thanks.

…So the other day The Boyfriend and I were discussing phobias.

(Don’t ask me why.  We seem to have exhausted the normal topics of newly-dating couples like “What’s your favorite movie?”  “What’s your favorite color?” and “Can you iron?”)

TBF wanted to be scientific about this so he googled the top phobias for our Q. and A session.

Here they are.

List of The Most Common Phobias.

As he read them off, I gave him my feedback.

Open spaces?  Nope.

Closed spaces?  No.  (Heck, I just did a two hour MRI, man.  It sucked but I didn’t freak out.)

Heights? No.  I love skiing.

Snakes?  No.

The Lady Eve Sidebar:  There was a great picture of me petting a snake at some Lincoln Park Zoo function years ago.  I was quoted as saying, “It felt just like a pair of shoes.”

I wish I could find that photo.  This will have to do.   (Especially for your viewing pleasure, John Yager.)

Dogs, needles, insects, storms?

No. No. No. No.

Social anxiety?  The list mentioned people had  big fears about other’s judging what food- and in what quantities- they took on their plates in a buffet line.

No.  (Although truth be told, people always look at my plate when I’m in a buffet line.  It is disconcerting but I just ignore it.  Ditto people who make snide comments about my weight.  I ignore those guys, too.)

And although public speaking was not specifically mentioned on this list, I know many people are phobic about that.

Ahem.

Not me.

I love it.

         

That’s the very shy yours truly as moderator for events with CNN’s Elsa Klensch and Chicago’s very own photography maestro, Victor Skrebneski.

So so far so good.

I had checked out as phobic-free and was feeling pretty awesome about my mental health.

Then the conversation took a different turn.

“You know that Mexican place I was telling you about?” TBF asked.

“I’ll take you there but you’ve got to try the fish tacos.”

OMG.

He got me.

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4 Responses to EEEEK!!!

  1. Mary Lu Roffe says:

    Anything fish. Won’t eat. Ever. Even hated when my kids got gold fish at Winnetka children’s fair. The one time I went fishing as a little girl, caught one and dropped pole in water. 😝😝😝

    • Ellen Ross says:

      Thanks, ML! I can’t quite say I’m that phobic about them. I had goldfish as pets when I was little. Used to replace them periodically at Woolworth’s. And I like shrimp and lobster. But eat a fish? Yuck. 😳

  2. John Yager says:

    That’s OK. More Copper River Salmon for me.

    • Ellen Ross says:

      Actually I like to fish. Fly fish. It’s the worm-baiting I’m squeamish about. Thanks for your input here, John. You know why I was thinking of you. 🐍😊

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