One...I am a 32 year old with the relationship maturity of a lovely 13 year old wallflower. Evidence...there is a boy (I guess you could say man...but I giggle; who I guess is in his early 30's...hence why you should call him a man). That I recently noticed at what few church functions I've attended. That I would like to get to know more. Well I made a HUGE step forward a couple weeks ago and introduced myself and found out that he was new to the area...BONUS. I left our first meeting at that...points for me. Now given my travels and schedule I have not been able to go to any social functions until earlier this week. Well with the luck of all he was there and with my plotting and internal thought process I froze like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles when she tries to approach Jake Ryan at the dance...IDIOT! So I follow him out of the building about 20 ft behind and we both got in our car. To get one last glimpse I drove out of the parking lot from another entrance and almost hit his car head-on...his hands went up in the air and I gave the "sorry head tilt"...and people wonder why I am not married.
Second...I was meeting with a Funding Partner for lunch yesterday and they decided they would like to eat at the Indian Restaurant next to my office. Cool, I like Indian food. Well we go sit down and all the place mats are write ups about Ireland and it magical heritage/folklore. Strange, so much that all of us at the table commented on the randomness for about 10 minutes. Then I got hungry for corn beef and hash instead of curry chicken and samosas.
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You are so random, but I love it! Maybe next time you should be a little more like weird science chick and less molly ringwald! Food for thought.
Ask him out. Volunteer to take him someplace particularly cool, then drag that into a meal and see what happens.
You know, I also feel like a 13-year-old wallflower, I see a dude from my ward I think is hot in the grocery store and I literally drop things whilst running the other way lest he see me in all of my "i was at work for the last four nights and I could care less how I look now I just needed some chocolate" attire. It's truly embarassing-I thought we'd be over this by now-but maybe since my face still breaks out like a prepubescent teenager that would explain my actions....
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