So, I am a cashier at a local grocery store. I know. Pretty glamourous, right? Well, earlier this week, a really super attractive guy came through my line and he seemed pretty nice as I was talking to him. We both found out that we are students and he works as a real estate person. Just as I was finishing his order, and before he left, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card and gave it to me.
Being the awkward person I am, I took it and put it in my pocket because I didn't know what else to do with it. Did he give me the business card so I could have his phone number? Or did he give it to me because he thought I would need to buy some real estate?
After talking to a couple of people (both boys and girls), the consensus was that he was just too chicken to ask for my phone number.
So, fast forward to today. He came through my line again at work and he remembered me. So, I started to think that maybe he really did want me to have his number and that maybe he didn't really give his business card to everybody he talked to. He really is kind of a hottie pants and he was super nice, so after a lot of encouragement from my roommate, I decided to text him.
Needless to say, that went against everything I believe in and was way out of my comfort zone, but I gritted my teeth and sent a simple "hey, remember me? How are you?" message to him, hoping that he wouldn't think I'm a crazy. My heart was literally pounding in my chest! (Ask my roommate, she can attest to my "freaking out" state of being).
Anyway, I will spare the gory details, but after a couple of forced texts, I came to realize that he really did give me his business card for business purposes and it was not a subtle way for him to give me his phone number.
...............................................awkward..............................................a lot.....................................
But, that's ok. Moral of the story: it was brave of me to take initiative. And it was super awkward and funny. The end.
Now that you know my story, what would you have done in my situation?
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Everybody is "Special"
When people tell me I'm special, I know what they really mean. I used to think that it meant I was unique and extraordinary, and I guess it can still mean that, but in a completely different way. Now, when people say, "you are special," I know that they really mean, "you are speshul."
In my defense, I am speshul because I grew up as the middle child of seven kids . . . that should explain enough, but for those of you who don't know what it's like to be part of a large family, allow me to enlighten you.
My childhood nights were filled with terror because I was convinced that the Boogie-Man lived in my basement. It didn't help that after watching Ernest Scared Stupid, my older siblings and cousins squeezed ketchup and mustard on their arms and told us the Trolls almost got them. They had run away in a zig-zag because trolls can't change directions very fast. After hearing that, my neighbor ran home away from the trolls, zig-zagging his way across our yards. We laugh about that now, but seriously, I almost wet myself because I was so scared. Although my older siblings loved to scare us, we always had so much fun together!
Growing up with creative siblings was so much fun. We were that family. Every neighborhood has one, and in my neighborhood, that was us. The one with the kids everywhere, reeking havoc, running around the street in dress-up clothes gathering acorns and flowers for our witch potions which we would then crush up and pretend to eat.
In creating this blog, I will use my experiences and observations to help everybody realize that they are speshul too. Everybody is unique and their experiences are what make them who they are. Throughout my life and experiences, I have come to realize that there is nobody too cool in this world to be quirky and awkward. So, hopefully, through my experiences you can feel relieved that maybe you aren't as weird as you might think.
So, embrace those awkward moments that are guaranteed to come your way as you let your speshul side out!
In my defense, I am speshul because I grew up as the middle child of seven kids . . . that should explain enough, but for those of you who don't know what it's like to be part of a large family, allow me to enlighten you.
My childhood nights were filled with terror because I was convinced that the Boogie-Man lived in my basement. It didn't help that after watching Ernest Scared Stupid, my older siblings and cousins squeezed ketchup and mustard on their arms and told us the Trolls almost got them. They had run away in a zig-zag because trolls can't change directions very fast. After hearing that, my neighbor ran home away from the trolls, zig-zagging his way across our yards. We laugh about that now, but seriously, I almost wet myself because I was so scared. Although my older siblings loved to scare us, we always had so much fun together!
Growing up with creative siblings was so much fun. We were that family. Every neighborhood has one, and in my neighborhood, that was us. The one with the kids everywhere, reeking havoc, running around the street in dress-up clothes gathering acorns and flowers for our witch potions which we would then crush up and pretend to eat.
In creating this blog, I will use my experiences and observations to help everybody realize that they are speshul too. Everybody is unique and their experiences are what make them who they are. Throughout my life and experiences, I have come to realize that there is nobody too cool in this world to be quirky and awkward. So, hopefully, through my experiences you can feel relieved that maybe you aren't as weird as you might think.
So, embrace those awkward moments that are guaranteed to come your way as you let your speshul side out!
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