How assuming made me a certified ass

So you remember how I was like "omg guy laughed at me while talking about kaju, I h8 him."?

Yeah... I was totally wrong. Completely and utterly.  I did the "womanly" thing and just never called or texted him or any of that jazz. Maybe not really the womanly thing, but the straight up bitchy thing (which I'm amazingly good at).

So I get a call from him about a week after incident, I let it go to voice mail (In bitch mode). I listen to said voicemail and it sounded unusually happy... Then I start to ponder... waaaaaaaaaaaaait a minute... this guy has NO clue that I'm irritated with him. So I continue to ponder my options: call him and tell him he is an ass, text him and tell him he is an ass, email him and tell him he is an ass...

While I was pondering he eventually messaged me via email chat and I just confronted the situation that I had been "affronted" by. TURNS OUT I'm a bitch. No... Really... I just assumed he was laughing at  kaju, or me in kaju, or insulting my kajurific ohana or ect. Turns out he was just laughing at the image of grass skirted people beating up military folk.

I apologized profusely and confessed my complete bitchiness to him and apologized some more about how I had written him off and that I was sorry (that was actually difficult for me, but it was necessary as how completely and utterly I messed up by assuming).

Then I go out with him that very night and we had a perfectly wonderful time. How dare that bastard treat me so nicely. Tomorrow we are going fruit picking. Or I'm helping him with yard work. I don't really care as long as I'm out in the sun cause this lady has got some NASTY white legs going on right now. I need to darken up before Ethiopia. I need to blend in a little better. I'm gonna hit the river and the tan in a bottle. Might go dancing tonight too. I need to burn off some energy cause I may or may not have slept til 3-4pm today.