Book Club...
OK...after posting that video, I decided that I need to HURRY to get SOMETHING! ANYTHING! up on my blog so that my too-close-tired-blah-blah face isn't the first thing you see. In case you haven't watched the dorky video yet (and if you haven't, please don't!), I announced the first book for the FitMePink book club! It is....You! Being Beautiful: The Owner's Manual to Inner and Outer Beauty by Michael F. Roizen, M.D. and Mehmet C. Oz, M.D. I'm super excited to read it. If you want to read along, get one at your local library, or buy one in the next week...we'll start reading and discussing in February!
And now, since I'm already blushing with embarrassment, why not share a few embarrassing moments with y'all....
The Dating Game...
It was fall semester at BYU in the year 1999. I'd spent the previous summer at home in California where I'd started dating a guy I'd known for quite a long time. Little did I know, he was more interested in a summer fling than any sort of relationship. We returned to BYU, me with my plans of continuing the relationship, and he with his unspoken plan of never talking to me again!
Principle of Least Interest...
So I did what any girl who doesn't know how to play the dating game would do. I called. I left messages. I probably drove him crazy! If I could go back, I would've stopped talking to him first...you know, the principle of least interest? The person with the least interest in a relationship has the most power. It's true. Test it out if you're still in the oh-so-lovely dating scene (that I couldn't be more happy to be out of!) Example (and then back to my story): If a guy says, "I think we should stop seeing each other for a while." Instead of bawling your eyes out, begging him to change his mind, etc. Say, "I agree. I've been thinking we should break up." It'll catch him off guard and want to win you over again. Trust me. Don't grovel! I had WAAAAAY too many experiences with being the "chaser" instead of the "chased." Until my husband. I let him chase ME, and we're married! Woo hoo!
Anywho, there was this lame-o boy who'd totally left me hanging. He never called. He never even e-mailed. He just disappeared. I didn't see him, talk to him, know if he was alive, whatever, until the night of the incident. Two of my former roommates and I decided to go to the movies. I think we actually had cars at this point (whereas years previous, we'd walked EVERYWHERE!). So we were walking from the parking lot when I saw him. I thought in my mind of how cool I was going to be. I was going to say "hi," and strut my stuff as I walked past him. It was going to be perfect. I'd act like I didn't care, he'd think, "Wow! She looks great," (as I walked in slow motion past him with my hair billowing in the wind), he'd call me the next day, we'd start dating again, you know...yadda yadda yadda.
THE Incident...
As I stepped onto the sidewalk, getting ready to gracefully glide past him, I somehow forgot how to walk. I tripped. I fell flat on my face. I actually sprained my ankle! I got up and hobbled along, fighting back tears, as my roommates held me up (and as he chuckled and said, "you OK?") until we got to our theater where I iced my ankle and bawled the entire time. He was there with a date. Lovely. Funny thing is, I replayed that moment OVER and OVER, but he probably didn't think twice about it. He'd moved on.
The Result...
That was the first of MANY experiences teaching me about what kind of guy I really wanted. He wasn't that guy, thank goodness. It was also an experience that re-affirmed what I've always known...I am a clutz! (I broke my leg on my first date, dropped my food tray in the cafeteria my Freshman year, etc.) Maybe that's why I love working out so much...I haven't fallen in years...maybe my balance has improved! (Knock on wood).
Do you have any embarrassing moments in your past that make you cringe even years later thinking about?! Please share!
7 comments:
I don't think you've ever told me that story! That is so funny. I'm trying to think of which guy that is??? I still think my most embarrassing moment was when I slipped in dog poop, in my socks, while running around trying to impress my 5th grade boyfriend in the front yard. After slipping, I tried and tried to get back into the house, but you and your friend had locked me out. You were behind the door laughing as I stood there with poop on my foot...I was so annoyed!!
BTW, I'm making myself a new vinyl lettering blog...I just started it today and didn't realize I was still logged in under that name...ha ha!
It was the boy with the initials: PMS, ironically.
Good thing you didn't end up with PMS. He had big bags under his eyes... I didn't know you were "that" girl... I guess I'm too nice to never respond to their calls. I'm glad you went on a mission and made the boys chase you when you got home.
I just read your story to Cody. He wanted me to inform you that he completely agrees with your principle of least interest.
Okay so I'm laughing like crazy over here. I can soooo relate. I can't tell you how many times I wish I could take back the sobbing when a boyfriend broke up with me, Seriously. As for the initials PMS, that's very unfortunate. At least you can count your blessings that you're not Mrs. PMS:)
OH and I want to be a part of the book club too!
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