12.06.2009

how NOT to score a husband 101

I'd like to begin the awkward climb towards our former friendship before I confessed my love for you
Well, since quite a few of my posts have to do with my singledom, here's another to add to the list. Let's be honest, since I don't have pictures of family events, adorable chubby children with colossal bows that look like they could eat a small child, stories about funny school experiences, or stories about my job that I can tell (TRUST ME-if I could, I would....our office has some classic characters), I will talk about dating. Plus, my friend Liz's blind date stories inspired me to write some of my own. These have potential to be equally funny and awkward.


I met this boy we'll call catering boy (a name affectionately given by my friends) at a nice event, exchanged numbers, and decided upon going out. Now, this should be something known by everyone: I despise talking on the phone more than anything. Talking on the phone makes me more nervous, more anxious, and more uncomfortable than a geeky computer nerd walking into a hip hop underground dance off. Phones and I don't get along. So, after a few text messages with catering boy, and a little "phone tag" (every time I call, I pray that the answering machine will pick up), we finally got a hold of each other. Both of us had just woken up from a nap , and spoke on the phone to figure out the details of the date. Towards the end of the very awkward phone conversation, we were wrapping things up, and amidst my sleepy and uncomfortable self, I ended the conversation in "Okay, love you! Bye!"

WHAT? WHO SAYS THAT??

After I realized the severity of what had just come out of my mouth, I suddenly hung up the phone and proceeded to somewhat have a laugh attack. I yelled down to my roommates, and told them the story among fits of laughter, and realized that my phone was lit up. I looked down at it (it was brand new, and I didn't really know how it worked yet), and realized that it had decided to call catering boy back. Upon further investigation, I realized that he had picked up the phone and was saying "Brook? Hello??" I clearly wasn't thinking clearly, and hung up so I didn't have to face him after confessing my love to him, AND having him hear me recount the embarrassing story to my roommates.

Funniest part: neither of us brought up what happened on the phone during the actual date. Awkward.

10 comments:

Mallory said...

Me and Jimmy say we love this story. Hahaha, it just makes it even worse that neither of you mentioned what happened on the date. Love it!

MissKris said...

That is too funny.
I wish I would have known about this story back then. I would have dared you five bucks or somethin to say "bye, love ya" at the door step as he walks off :) After what's done is done, you might as well turn it into a joke! hahaha but youre right- that would have been SO awkward.

David's Holla Atchya! Blog said...

Haha! I once went out with my friend's cousin, and when I spoke with her on the phone I said, "Hey, this is So and So's cousin." The girl said "Really? You're her cousin too? That's weird, how come we have never met?" I was forced to admit that, no, I was not her cousin. I get tongue tied on the phone all the time. It's terrible.

Martha said...

OH MY GOSH.

I could die. That is the best thing ever.

Martha said...

OH MY GOSH.

I could die. That is the best thing ever.

rebecca said...

hahaha! this is awesome!! i love it!

Megan said...

I was all set to leave a comment telling one of my awkward dating stories, and then I realized I can't remember any of them. I guess that is what 3 years of marriage does to you. I swear I had some really good ones once upon a time.

Alexandra said...

I laughed at several intervals of this post....EPIC epic epic.

thank you brook, ches!

Liz said...

I LOVE that I was there as this story unfolded. A very, very memorable night. And I love that I got a shout out on your blog! Yay! Dang. I am so popular.

Kate said...

I hate talking on the phone too! I've had phone phobia alot of my life. Like, we used to have to practice for Family Home Evening growing up.