Embarrassing Moments

This blog post is brought to you by an embarrassing moment from this past weekend.

So, it being the long weekend due to Labor Day, my lovely neighbor and I decided to take a trip down to Provo to see our old roommates from last year and my best friend from the home state, whom I haven't seen in a while. We got to Provo Saturday evening, and decided that we were going country swing dancing. (I'll get to the embarrassing part, I'm just setting the stage.)

We were at country swing dancing, and, typical of Mormon boys ('scuse me for stereotyping but it's TRUE), us lovely girls were hardly getting asked to dance, so we took it upon ourselves to ask the boys to dance. The majority were wonderful dancers, I don't know why they simply didn't ask.

So a certain boy was pointed out to me by my roommate to be a great dancer, so I stepped out and asked him to dance. He was wearing a button up shirt with pearl snaps. He consented, and we danced for the rest of the song. After the song, he initiated a conversation, and we chatted through the next song. Then one of my favorite songs came on, so it would have been rude of him not to ask me to dance again, so we danced again. And thus we became friends.

We didn't stick together the rest of the night, but as we bumped into each other throughout the rest of the night, we would chat, or make a comment, or just smile and say "hi".

And now I'm ready to tell you about my embarrassing moment. He asked me to dance again a little while later, and it was a cowboy cha cha. (You don't need to know that, I was just adding it for effect.) So as we were dancing, he brought my hand closer and twirled me around, and (are you ready for this? It's about time) my thumb hooked in his shirt, pulling apart the snaps.

How embarrassing is that?? We stopped dancing and he let go to put his shirt back together, and makes the comment that, "Well, I know we're friends but I don't think we're THAT good of friends...." while I stood there, completely aghast and knowing I just ruined all chances of him getting my phone number, and repeated over and over, "I'm so sorry! Oh my gosh! I'm so embarrassed! I'm sorry!" Hoping that the words somehow would erase what had just happened. All he had to say to that was, "Geez, you got three whole buttons!" And then we both laughed and finished the dance.

He didn't completely ignore me the rest of the night, in fact, he actually asked me to dance again later, and we chatted for a while. But that embarrassing moment is worth a prize somewhere, I swear.