Last weekend, we were at a friend’s engagement party. It was nice. Great appetizers, Dos Equis and a chance to catch up with people we hadn’t seen in years. But wherever there is labored conversation with semi-acquantances, there is also a good chance that I’m going to embarrass myself. Well I didn’t even need a conversation to pull it off this time.
I had gone to get a drink, and as I was going back to the couch that Laura and I had staked out I passed a woman just as she was turning in my direction. At first, I just gave it the ol’, “Hellooo” and took another step. But then, in that dreadful split second, I thought that I recognized her as someone I knew. Before I knew it, I had immediately reacted with an ohmigosh-I’m-so-happy-to-run-in-to-you, “Oh!! Hey!”
Buuuuuut, you guessed it. I had no idea who this lady was and the expression on her face said the exact same thing about me. In retrospect, I could easily have said, “Ooops. I am so sorry. You look just like someone I know. Sorry about that! Have a great night.” Case closed. But if my life were that simple I wouldn’t need a blog now would I? Instead, I did what any true social bozo would do; I nodded awkwardly, gave it a sort of, “weeell, alright” and just kept on walking thank you very much.
It was no good. No good! So for the rest of the night, whenever we were within 20 feet of each other I had to act like I was preoccupied with something or someone else. It got to be quite a chore.