enJOY it

So, I was not going to write about this. Probably because I figured that people would read it and realize that I am awkward. But then I remembered that A: I am writing this for me & B: If you do not already know that I am awkward, then you do not know me and I should probably not care anyway. And really, the story is too classic to not document.

So flashback to Friday night. At the exchange. In between all the dancing with the girls, I did have ONE encounter with a man and we danced for one song. I sort of know him so it was fun. Whatever…song ends, and I go back to my regularly scheduled female bonding. That was the end of that. Or so I thought.

Sunday Morning. At the USC Catholic Center celebrating Easter. Guess who is the alter boy? My dancing partner. GUESS WHO SERVES ME MY COMMUNION BREAD? My dancing partner. So awkward. Honestly the oddest scenario of life. Only in college do you dance with someone and then receive the sacrament from them less than two days later. I wanted to laugh. Or cry. But instead, I sort of plastered this goofy grin on my face and took the bread with a nod and an “Amen.”

Here is the thing about that awkward moment: It was one of about the 100 that I have per week. I find that acknowledging them, both as they are happening – “So, uh…this is, um, awkward…” – and later – “And then I tripped and fell, into the water fountain, as I tried to casually ignore the fact that he had just walked into a pole” – is the best way to go. It proves that while I may lack social skills, I do have a knack for recognizing incomfort in myself and others. That must be a marketable trait. It must be.