"Do not give way to useless alarm"
Three weeks ago I talked
to a guy in church who ditched 2nd hour to chat with me. This week we would
meet again in a more dramatic fashion.
Do you know that
feeling you get when you go into a room and you can tell that someone is
watching you? It's similar to the feeling of knowing some form of electricity
is on the second you walk into a room. Well this Sunday when I entered the
chapel I felt someone watching me. Which was later confirmed when I spotted the
culprit. It was the guy who will now be called The Ditcher. Maybe he'll get a
better name in the future...or maybe not.
After sacrament I had
to take a friend home and when I reached the parking lot I heard my name called
out. The Ditcher had followed me. He made some sarcastic comment about me
always leaving church early (I do believe this is the first time he has
witnessed me do that, but whatever) to which I responded very cleverly that I
would be back...ok I was off my game.
When I finally returned
an hour later he was there waiting in the lobby. I made the necessary comment
of "do you ever go to class" and I walked away. Sometimes I can be
short with people.
As I walked down the
hall he came running after me. This commotion foretold in-explainable
awkwardness which switched me into survival mode and I had the flashing
instinct that I needed to run. Which is ridiculous for three reasons:
a. I was in a church
building
b. I was wearing three-inch heals
c. My pursuer was not
wielding a chainsaw.
When he finally caught
up to me my trusty companion bolted down the hall (to laugh maliciously I'm
sure) while I stood there as waves of awkwardness pounded down on me. Then he
uttered a pretty decent line "Hey I had a good
time talking to you a while ago and I'm interested in doing that again. How
does that sound to you?" Before I knew it he had my number and I was
sitting in relief society recounting my tale to my once again trusty friend.
Also, in honor of
Valentine's Day, the guys ambushed our Relief Society lesson to bring us ring
pops (oh gosh) and chocolate (oh yes). The only uncomfortable part was when
they each went around choosing girls to give the rings too. It took me back to
jr high when we choose players for kick ball teams and everyone was deathly
afraid of being chosen last. That look once again returned to our eyes as the
guys made their way around the room. Luckily I didn't have to wait to long for
a cute guy to introduce himself and hand over the ring (if only diamonds were
that easily attained).
Overall, I didn't like
the process, but I loved the product.
Now I wait for the
Ditcher to call. Let's hope I answer the phone. I've been known to treat
incoming calls like ticking time bombs to which I throw them under my mattress
and vacate the room. It's taken 22 years, but I'm slowly coming to realize why
I'm still single.
-The Bluestocking
5 comments:
I love this story, and I think I want your life!
i'm a little confused as to whether you like this guy or not. You seem to paint him in an annoying light and yet you don't seem to mind giving him your number and waiting for him to call you.
Heidi,
I'm a little confused too.
-Blue
P.S. He's not annoying and I did mind.
He sounds sweet. Except for the creeper-waiting...I think that was a great line. I'd love that to be used on me someday!
Dear Bluestocking,
You're my favorite blogger. You literally make me laugh out loud and say, "ME TOO!" Way to go.
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