My feet have always been there. We’re not strangers. Yet, there I was, stumbling over the threshold and through the door of the kitchen. And yes, he saw it all.
I think it’s fair to say that we’ve all been there at least once in our lives – embarrassed ourselves in front of that special someone.
Why do these things happen? Maybe it’s some sort of right of passage. Maybe it’s part of that awkward phase. Maybe it’s us and we can’t help it. Whatever the reason, one thing is for certain – it happens.
I’ve had my fair share of embarrassment, especially in front of this guys. (I’ll call him Mr. Handsome, since that’s how I refer to him in all my letters.) When we first met, most times, I turned into a total klutz. I always tried to be graceful and keep my composure, but, sometimes, it never went well. In the end, I suppose it worked out considering he found each embarrassing thing that happened to me cute.
One day Mr. Handsome and I were talking at work. I was making him laugh. (I can’t remember the topic, but I was just happy to make him laugh. He has a warm laugh. And when he laughs, he smiles. He has such an adorable smile.) I may have been being silly or sarcastic or sassy, but when I went to make my exit, I misjudged the length of the wall and almost smacked my face. I attempted to gracefully recover, hoping he didn’t notice, but later that day he brought up my less then graceful exit.
I’m not afraid to admit that I’ve walked into walls, tripped over my own two feet, almost tripped up the stairs as well as down them and have completely lost my words – all in front of this man. (Usually, I’m a very together person, but maybe part of being human is to sometimes fall apart before coming back together.)
One of the most embarrassing moments (yes, more embarrassing then walking into a wall) was within the first few weeks of us meeting. It started with cold soup and ended with me licking it off my arm. See, the soup was meant to be my lunch. Mr. Handsome had offered to heat it up so I brought it over to the kitchen. He put it in a nice bowl and added some garnish. (He’s a great chef and great with presentation.) The only problem was he had made it too hot. So I picked up the hot bowl, the soup sloshed out and started running down the sleeve of my sweater. (At that point I was already a little embarrassed.) On impulse, I pulled up my sleeve and began licking the dripping soup off my wrist. And that’s when I realized I was in a kitchen full of guys and Mr. Handsome, the man I was attracted to, was staring at me. I made a quick, nervous laugh (although, I tried to sound confident and jovial), asked for a napkin and left with my soup.
These are the moments that make us want to run or hide under a rock, at least at the time, but I think all we can really do is laugh. I don’t think we can take ourselves too seriously. These moments that embarrass us are things that we probably couldn’t have anticipated and, eventually, we’ll be able to look back and laugh.
The point I’m trying to make here is that we all have embarrassing moments. We all make a fool out of ourselves in front of that special someone. And that’s alright. I think, in the end, it’s all part of life.
Let’s get a conversation going. Feel free to tell me about one of your embarrassing moments by using the comment section. I’d love to hear from you!