“Embarrassing ways to meet someone you might end up dating” by a dumb brunette

So I read a text post a few minutes ago about movie romances, and how the characters typically meet in an embarrassing way, but later learn to accept that moment, because that’s when they met their significant other. The post continued on to say that the writer accepts that love is moot and that this sort of thing is rare if not impossible.

It made me think about how I met Paul, because it was definitely one of those embarrassing moments where, when recounting it to someone else, they’re usually surprised that we ended up dating.

After the first Anime Club meeting of my freshman year, I was invited to follow some upperclassmen to the late night dining hall for a bite to eat. Desperate for friends, I agreed.

At my university, people can tell immediately that you’re a freshman, because they tend to wear their ID cards on a lanyard around their neck for easy access. I was doing so. So, we’re all sitting there, hopefully having a good time. I don’t remember much about the conversations, I was probably trying to look impressive, but I do remember that I had gotten a smoothie.

I was fucking excited for this smoothie. It was covered by meal plan, so I didn’t even have to pay for it, and I rarely ever had smoothies back home. Fuck YES for the smoothie.

But then, a girl from this group of cool upperclassmen commented on the fact that I was wearing my lanyard around my neck. To demonstrate that it was not the cool kid way, she leaned over to yank it off of my neck— and accidentally spilled my smoothie.

Distraught, 18 years old, and already nervous because omg dinner with upperclassmen and alumni, I panicked and tried my very best not to cry like a toddler, because omg, my smoothie.

Paul was there. I’d noticed him when we’d all arrived at the dining hall, and I even thought to myself, “Wow, that kid’s cute. No way he’s single.” He was actually sitting to my right, and immediately started panicking right along with me, and saying, “No, no, no, don’t cry! She’ll buy you another one, don’t cry!”

HOW FUCKING PATHETIC AM I, but he managed to calm me down. He admitted to me sometime later that he was so quick to comfort me because he didn’t want his friends to scare me off. 

But yeah. Maybe it’s not the norm for weird embarrassing encounters to lead to loving relationships, but it worked out this way for me, even if I did almost have a breakdown over a strawberry smoothie.

So, idk, if you think something is embarrassing, keep on truckin`, because there’s always a 50% chance you’ll end up sleeping with the person involved? Idk man, there’s a moral here somewhere, I’m sure.

edit: I drew a picture to go with the story

still panicking over the book

gonna go lay on my bed and wish that chapter 5 didn’t exist

bbs

SO BTW I SENT THE BOOK OFF TO THE PRINTER AND NOW I’M GOING TO SIT HERE AND STEW IN ANXIETY THAT THEY’LL DENY THE JOB ON THE GROUNDS OF CHAPTER 5 BEING A BIT NON-CONSENSUAL

OH MY GOSH I HATE THIS PART

I HATE WAITING

CAPSLOCK

short horror story

So, I just remembered that I had a dream last night that my mom found my blog again THROUGH GOOGLE because she took an online class on how to use Google.

The terrifying part??

SHE ACTUALLY TOOK A CLASS ON HOW TO USE GOOGLE.

why would you come back drunk off your ass and act like that around a ten year old.

I hope you have a shitty ass fucking hangover.

My favorite book makes me physically ill.

I don’t like to let other people borrow my copy, or even read it, because it feels extremely personal, almost like something I wrote myself, and if somebody else reads it, they might know what a coward I am.

During the school year, it stays in my dorm, snug between my printer and a copy of The Hound of the Baskervilles, where nobody even considers looking at it. It just looks like a silly little book with a public library stamp on it.

I identify so well with the main character that it actually pains me to read it. The first time was exciting, the second was contemplative, the third, and all the times after that, were riddled with anxiety. I can barely stand rereading it because I dread getting to the parts where the main character makes mistakes, the parts where he doesn’t trust his best friend.

It makes me want to vomit, but it’s still my favorite book, and I hate it so much.

a`ight, 7am, i guess it’s bed time

oops

the mouse in the ceiling is like running a fucking marathon or something

what are you doing up there, mouse

there’s no need to host a 5k at 3am

gross laughter at the fic I’m reading

OKAY 5AM FUCKIN BED TIME BECAUSE SLEEP

my brother is trying to get his six month old daughter to eat her baby food

and she’s bawling and won’t take it and obviously prefers her bottle

and in his aggravation, my brother yells,

“You’re not getting a bottle, only babies drink bottles!”

and I’m like

“Whut”

idc what anyone says, daffy and bugs living together only proves what i’ve been thinking since i was 6

drew my reaction to a fan fiction on the white board in our kitchen
my dad is gonna be confused as hell when he wakes up

drew my reaction to a fan fiction on the white board in our kitchen

my dad is gonna be confused as hell when he wakes up

guys, you don’t understand how amazing in-character fanfics are

I am practically PEEING from excitement.

probably TMI but I don’t get menstrual cramps, I get stomach-flu-like symptoms

AND IT FUCKING SUCKS SHOOT ME IN THE FACE RIGHT NOW I HATE EVERYTHING

I want something to snack on