31 Day Blog Challenge: Day 24

Well look at this….I’m back again and only within a matter of days. I didn’t wait an entire week or more. Crazy right? I definitely haven’t solidified any of my goals for the New Year yet but I’d really love to be true to my word and write a new post at least once a week. Not just for any of you who read my posts, but just to prove to myself that I can build a habit that is creative and takes work. Maybe one day I’ll be reminding myself to watch Netflix instead of writing a blog post.

Now today I just want to keep this post light. My husband and I are visiting his family in northern Minnesota right now for the holidays and all the running around and visiting has got me a little worn down. So keeping the topic light will help ensure that I actually get this post finished.

You probably won’t see any poignant New Year’s posts from me this year. It would probably be a smart move on my part, but right now my focus is on progress and not perfection.

So my prompt today (nearing the end of my challenge finally) is “what is your most embarrassing moment?”

Well, I surely don’t know about most embarrassing. I’ve put my foot in my mouth lots and lots of times and been completely mortified, but usually it comes along with me having said something rude and the feeling of embarrassment is accompanied with feeling guilty and shameful. But I do have an embarrassing moment relating to…dun dun dun…a boy.

As I’ve mentioned before, I went to a bible college. There’s a saying around most bible colleges that is some form of “Ring by Spring.” It is almost a hobby to hunt for a spouse. I fell into this trap more than a few times at the beginning of my college career and was all about trying to be as cute as possible so that a potential husband would see me and want to make me his bride. At this particular point, I had my eye set on one of the most wanted bachelors at school? Why? I have no idea. I definitely wasn’t even close to his type at all. BUT he was the nicest guy and actually pretended to pay me some attention. He even drove me home a few times when I loudly cleared my throat and said, “my, it’s cold outside and pretty dark. Walking home alone would suuuuure be scary!”

Well, on one of these rides home when I asked him what he liked to do for fun he told me he loved playing hockey. Me, hating hockey said, “Oh my gosh, I LOVE hockey.” He took the bait and invited me to come to a game with him…someday. When he could get a group of people to go with him. I went home and thought I might actually have a chance with this guy and my roommate helped me pick an outfit for the next day when I would be handing him an invitation to our Christmas party. I went to bed with butterflies and pipe dreams.

The next day during one of my breaks between classes, I didn’t waste any time. I went right up to him in front of his friends and leaned up against the wall all calm, cool, and collected style. I said,

“hey, do you have any plans this weekend?”

and he said, “Oh HEY Jess! Nice mustard sweater!”

And then I said, which cheeks burning at the food related compliment, “Oh hey. Well, um..have a nice day. See ya!”

I was so embarrassed that I had spent time so carefully curating my outfit to please him and the first thing he though what that my sweater reminded him of a condiment, that I didn’t even invite him to my party!

My roommates and I all had a good laugh about it later and decided our sense of style was just too fashion forward for the simpleminded people at our bible college.

An update about the party: He ended up coming anyway at the invitation of one of our very boy crazy and emotionally unstable roommates that we are no longer in contact with. She actually used the words “man hunt” at one point in regards to her reasoning for inviting who she named “the most eligible bachelors in Christianity”. Ugh.

So glad I managed to hook myself a man somehow.

xoxo!

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