A few weeks ago (probably four) Megan and I decided to go to institute. What was so good to lure us there on a Thursday night? Carrabba's was catering. Nom. Naturally approximately 494,000 people showed up so we were forced to watch the meeting on a television in one of the Relief Society rooms. Written on the chalkboard were the lyrics to Call Me Maybe with a phone number. Naturally, because I am exceedingly silly and witty, I texted the number "Hey, Maybe." (Get it? Really, it's not that funny but it was more interesting than what was going on at institute).
Is she wearing tights or are her legs that pale?
The person on the other end was confused and thought I had the wrong number so I explained that a friend had probably written his/her number on the board with the lyrics and I was a stranger texting. My new found text friend immediately knew the culprit and chuckled a little. I found out this stranger's name was Chris and he lived near the chapel, but not in my stake (oh Provo, you crazy place).
Over the next few days I heard from Chris (via text) a couple of times to tell me that two other people (both dudes) had texted him and our small talk turned into get to know you talk. We started trying to find someone we both knew or a connection we had, but it proved nearly impossible. When I found out Chris was a math grad student I asked if he knew my home teacher (who is a math grad student as well). He didn't, but I realized my mistake a second too late. Here comes the embarrassing part. I had given a first and last name of someone I know and am facebook friends with. And my name is unique. Now Chris could probably easily find me and then he'd see what I look like and our text flirting would cease and it was nice to flirt with a boy because that doesn't happen in my life. Listen, I know I'm awkward and weird and that I shouldn't be so insecure, but I am. I also realize that boys don't do facebook stalking quite the same way as girls do (or as frequently).
After running across my apartment screaming "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Megan tried to console me, but that didn't work out so well. So, we started trying to facebook stalk Chris instead. Chris had mentioned the name of a friend with a unique spelling, so we started with that friend and then looked for friends of that person named Chris (see, girls are great at this). Megan found one she decided was the guy: a suave looking ginger-kid with a profile picture taken by a photographer friend.
As that night went on and Chris and I were still unsuccessful in our attempt to find a mutual acquaintance, he suggested becoming facebook friends. I freaked out further and under Megan's direction changed my profile picture to something more attractive and less silly. Turns out that the Chris Megan found was the Chris I had been talking to.
To my truthful surprise, communication did not end once we became facebook friends. I met Chris at his ward's softball game later that week and he was friendly and handsome. Then I went all insecure as the game ended and Megan and I left. I said something about "Well, I hope to hear from you again" and he acted like it was the most absurd thing anyone had ever said.
This seems stupid, right? To be that insecure about yourself that meeting someone in person makes you think they will stop communicating with you? It's real life. I'm not exaggerating.
That weekend Chris and I went to Red Lobster and watched what is probably the most brilliant show on television, Duck Dynasty. Seriously, that show is a gem.
After writing this post I was getting a lot of unexpected negative feedback that created drama and further heartbreak in my life. It was a painful situation. Chris saw the post and commented that he liked it and that it showed that I was not "fluffy" as some ElEd folks tend to be. It was a nice respite from all the awfulness.
This post is getting excessively long so I'll try to sum up the rest quickly. I found Chris charming and attractive. He didn't hate me. We hung out a few more times. At one point he helped Megan study while I tutored her sister and it was really fun for some reason. Chris has an amazing ward and fantastic friends that I got to meet at a barbecue and softball game (which was freezing cold despite the fact that it is now the summer). I don't think I've ever met a more friendly and welcoming group of people. Chris is a great (and inordinately fun) person. So there it is. My fairly embarrassing, but an interesting to tell the blogging world story. Maybe it seems that I was placing too much hope? pressure? something on this situation. Not so. It was just awesome to go on an actual date, to flirt with some guy as not a joke, and to have a fun time. And in the end? I'm exceedingly lucky because I got a friend out of the situation.
1 comment:
Not one part of this is embarrassing. I love it. You're the coolest.
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