this post shall be forever nameless

The Spanish Professor stood up.
I stood up.
She looked at me with her big brown Spanishy eyes.
I looked at her with my small Irishy blue ones.
She buttoned up her coat.
I pulled up the zip on my anorak.
The zip caught part of my neck near the throat.
A gout of blood came out.
Not a drop.
A gout.
A veritable gout.
Ah truly my gentle friends of the internet...
Truly...
I have a talent.